Be still; stand by respectfully; bow your head and doff your hat
And hearken to the wind that carries my sigh.
Listen a moment and hear,
O hear my feeble cry,
Borne on that wind as my dreams die.
Time and years have swept on by.
Why was I so unaware of their passing?
How did I come to be so old,
With my songs unsung and my tales untold?
Or is it simply
That I have sung and I have told,
But no one ever really heard?
And why do I think they’ll listen now?
Does anyone really know or care to pause and listen
As the wind blows by, bearing my sigh?
Do they matter to any, these tears that I cry
While the cruel wind tears away my last sigh?
O, won’t you acknowledge this moment at all?
Be still; stand respectfully a few small seconds,
And hear the wind fleeing away with my sighs?
Will you bow your head and doff your hat,
And hold it close against your breast
While you stand still and silent and grave,
And mourn with me as the wind swirls by?
Hear, o hear that sighing sound.
Stay close by my side and hold my hand,
And assure me there’s reason to carry on
The moment after my dreams have died.
5 February 2010