Monday, 6 April 2015


Listening, always heeding & forever listening,

For songbirds songs & the breeze soft whistling,

With abating breath, for that knock on the door,

Listening, always listening, for that little bit more.


Always listening, for old creak of the opening gate,

For that illusive visitor, for whom we forever await,

For that ringing telephone, with its friendly voice,

Listening always listening, as if we had any choice.


Listening for the, “How do you do?” or maybe, “Hello”,

For the beat of your heart, “Did you really have to go?”

Listening, harking, & forever with our senses, heeding,

Always listening with ears, & our souls ever needing.


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