It came too late in the day. A day started as promised in the tales I read, the songs they sang. The sun rose, clouds passed. Your name was whispered -the sound paused to hang in a line of verse; long enough to become an echo. Unable to wait it passed into a memory, having come too late in the day. http://youtu.be/ROXs8kG3aKs
30 Wednesday Jan 2013
Wow..it is for the first time I read a poem..and I could hear it from the writer thru’ the you tube…! Extraordinary indeed.. 🙂 love it 🙂
* was it your voice that I heard..?
Ronald E. Shields said:
Thanks Katrina…yes that is me reading the poem.
oh really…hmm a voice that will make one wants to listen again.. 🙂
Liberty of Thinking said:
Katrina’s right, I join in!