© Candice James, Poet Laureate Emerita
New Westminster, BC CANADA
Tonight your voice echoes
Through the wind whispers.
Spokes in the wheels of time
Turn on rusty axles,
Spilling tears
Onto an old memory.
Yesterday,
When we rode on these wheels
The wind whispers were a tender song
Before they faded away.
Some nights
I still hear your voice
Whispering through the wind’s lips.