Shadows

A Poem by Chris

A resting spot for wandering souls. A tired song long forgotten.
Whispered words of the unsaid.
So many stories. So many fates.
Just as important to one as to the other.
See me, know me, feel me.
The endless songs of the birds dosn't feel too far away.
Did you trust them? Did you sing as well?

Every heartbeat. Every breath.
A song of it's own.
Unique to the singer.
Every single note.
Fading in to the background.
But never once quiet.
Hushed stories of what once was.
What should be.
And what never will be