There’s an open link night at the dverse pub so I’ll post this poem I wrote in my head while walking with the dog this morning.
The wind is rising, friend, I hear
Night shadows whisper in my ear,
Dark voices murmur, drawing near.
Friend, the wind is rising and
I hear it sighing ’cross the land:
The time of reckoning’s at hand.
I hear the wind is rising, friend,
It cries, no time left to pretend,
Sun sets, stars fall, this is the end.
So with the wind, friend, rise with me,
And on its back ride to the sea,
Where lovers, gulls and dreams fly free.