I hear voices, in the wind,
And whispers in the dark,
When lovers call to meet,
And minds call to strike,

I hear whistles in the desert,
Hisses in the grasses,
When thirst turns to hunger,
And winds call for water,

I hear noises in the city,
And whispers behind the windows,
When men hurry to work,
And lovers visit their wives,

I hear whispers in the dark,
And moaning under the moon,
When lovers drown in orgies,
And empty promises fly across the sky.


. . .HENNESSY