Spoken Whispers

 

 

You spoke to me in whispers.
At first you were only a face
among a hundred thousand faces.
Your words stood up
shouted tears, tested boundaries
opened up a vein I thought closed forever.

Some said you were beautiful
and tried to lure you with favors
and empty grand promises.
I loved the imperfections of you.
The look of loss in your eyes
seemed more real than any perfect feature.

The angels of poetry swim upstream.
There is never an easy path.
But you were there to ease the way.
To show me death can be enlightening
And fear is only a powerful illusion.

Now at night, when all is quiet
and the pen and pad have been put away
I hear your whispers and the faint beat of a drum.
It’s a lullaby I’ve grown to love
I gather the sheets around me
and sleep contentedly in your belief in me.

It’s funny how I thought I could be the one to save you.
When it is you who has shown me
How to save myself.

Reviews

[Tim McGovern]

Beautiful piece, i can feel the relaxation and contentment in the words and pacing.
Something opened up
: )
Now try the poem that won't be written
: P


Namaste'
Tim