An Inland Bay

An inland bay In deafness she senses the pounding surf, Imagines its piercing roar, While remembered still is the time and place About an inland bay For dreams fall apart when the voices die Yet there were no tears remaining to cry, But through the ebb and flow of days Echoes still silent lay And what retains the placid flow. In the darkness of this rocky cove, For here the sound of a distant voice Did pass by long ago Softly cast beneath sunlit rays The blow of a western wind, Like a chill that hints of autumns birth In a place so far from home Swiftly passes a voiceless call In a land when shadows quiet call; Like the night that comes as days depart About the calm of an inland bay By m.n. marklnorton@shaw.ca