by William Penn

Created on: May 04, 2008

I Hear You

I hear you in the summer breeze:
The whispering voice that's in the trees

I hear your voice inside the tide:
In the crashing surf of the waves I ride.

I hear you speaking on the shore
As you call to me, again, once more.

I hear your voice at break of day.
I strain to listen to what you say.

I hear you once again, my Dear
And this time listen without ear.

I hear you always, yet still not find
The trace that you have left behind.

Out in the street, beyond the pond,
I know that you are there.

Your whispering voice that calls to me:
I hear you almost everywhere.

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