What is that sound
Do you hear it brother? I asked
On the highseas we are
Travelers to none-knows-where
Cast adrift by the storm
and left to wallow in regrets
In the distance I hear it again
That sound; melancholic as it is
From where it came I cannot tell
What it means I do not know
Frustrated I ask again
If anyone knows what it means
" 'Tis the call of the saints
A cry to heroes far and near
Not many who have it live to tell their tale
and all who do not live to step in their regrets
Cursed forever to wonder what-if "
I turned to look upon
he who speaks
But there seems to be none
about infront or behind.
Dazzled I stand
Left in this encompassing darkness:
In this hollow
and in the distance
I hear it again
an echo.
a whisper almost.
YOU ARE READING
The Unknown
Poetrysearch in the darkness as Orpheus did once to learn his secrets as he is : to know the secrets of the unknown A collection of poems for those willing to look beyond what is seen.
