Homeless Souls

She speaks to me in a tender voice
A soft whisper rather
The leaves, they rustle
The feather, the wind it blows them far
She calls again
in agony and pain
I shut my eyes
A breath of sigh!
a sweet surrender
But something still turns within
that she,Oh Death ! could not calm
Sometimes they still linger.
They haunt the air
with noises
like the wings that flutter
they clutter and clatter
Rustle like the crisp autumn leaves
Sometimes , sometimes death is not enough
Sometimes the soul still lingers .