There are certain levels, where <br />I can adjust the bedroom <br />Window... <br />The one above my head... <br /> <br />So that the wind moans like... <br />The Ancestors in White Birds... <br />English moors in Winter... <br />Flying Dutchman's sails in <br />High seas... <br /> <br />Never will the sounds made <br />Equal my soul's... <br />When you departed <br />Me.<br /><br />elysabeth faslund<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-moaning-wind/
