I run to the moors, where the wind calls wild <br />And screams in my face like a tormented child, <br />Alone there, I stand, beneath the rain’s cry <br />Watching splintering sunlight lift the earth to the sky. <br />On my lips is a secret, known only to me, <br />The name of the lover I had to set free. <br /> Alone with my thoughts the moors hear his name <br />As I relive the memory, the anguish, the pain. <br />The desolate counsel of the moor's silent sighs <br />Let the ghost of him wander as I close my eyes. <br />In my heart he is waiting, stolen in time <br />But the mocking storm shows me he is no longer mine. <br />Alone on the moors, I return to my life <br />As another mans lover and dutiful wife.<br /><br />Teedy Dawn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wuthering-life/
