This poem was inspired by the late, great Adrian Borland, who had fleeting success both as a solo artist and with his band ‘The Sound’ from the late 1970’s until his untimely death in 1999.
I hope that you enjoy the poem and take a little time to discover a little more about him.
My voice it rose, spilled out its words
Scattered truths upon the ground
Evolved from lip to pen to ear
Shook the earth with thoughts profound.
Untamed I prowled through cities dark
A night-drawn search for open ear
Across the Moon my words did fly
The thoughts so few could hear.
And then by day the cold light’s kiss
Other’s brighter words did bring
A distant dream utopian
Their thoughtless words for to sing.
My voice it tumbled over words
Falling haunted to its knees
Each whispered sound lost to the clouds
And borne away on the breeze.
When silence came louder than words
My muted voice did tremble
The whistle shrill a call for time
My trust in me now ended.