VOICES IN THE WIND

Listen to it, can you hear the wind through the trees?

The falling leaves, branches scratching against the windows.

Lying in my bed, slowly drifting off to sleep, the sounds are here,

It’s dark in my room, only the light from the moon shines through.

The window I close as it is growing cold, drifting clouds bring
In the gloom,

With my head on my pillow, blankets so warm, thoughts are alive.

Whispering, is it my imagination, was I in a dream state, I could only hope,

I heard it again; I thought it was the blowing wind against the trees.

It started, voices upon voices speaking to me as the wind sounds,

Help me! it hurts! let me in! The words “I can’t breathe” won’t let me sleep.

Why is it that these voices are listened to by my ears, nervous with fear,

What do they want, why don’t they leave me alone in my harmless home,

Voices in the wind, is it me, or are there really voices in the wind?

                                Keith Garrett