The lingering shadows of those <br />who are gone from our grasp <br />bring comfort to those <br />who had to say behind. <br />Their voices inherit the wind <br />on cold and lonely nights. <br />Their voices can be heard <br />telling us everything is all right <br />when the shadows of loneliness <br />fall across our sight. <br />Our weeping call to come back <br />is answered in the wind <br />and the shaking branches <br />touched by a breeze. <br />Candles were lit to show us the way <br />when the clouds of darkness surround <br />and the voices inheriting the wind compound. <br />We walk with eyes blinded <br />into an eternal light <br />to be consumed within. <br />No one knows our boundaries <br />when angels take flight <br />and we only go when we are ready <br />to face the eternal night. <br />Those we left have no fear <br />we maybe gone, but we are still here. <br />Our voices inherit the wind on dark blustery nights. <br />We are those fleeting shadows <br />you catch from the corner of your eye. <br />We seek not to alarm you, <br />just to guide you along, <br />we are your past nudging you <br />into the future where you belong. <br /> <br /> <br />28 March 2010<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/voices-inherit-the-wind/
