Whispers...

byAncient117331©

"Whispers..."

Whispers echo
  through the days
  through the nights
flowing by.
The unseen mist of ceaseless sound
floating gently across the land
  rustling soft from tree to sea
    to window to wall
      and to we.

White noise lulling
each to sleep our waking lives -
  daydreams, night dreams -
all just dreams...
we live -
memories we wish to keep
  of moments light
  of moments dark
  of regrets and hopes
  of smiles and tears
  of love and fears
sometimes imaginings grand or planned
or even those ne'er to be -
  wish they weres
  wish they weren'ts.

Echoed whispers
of all the lives
dreams -
that ever were
or are to be -
timeless touchings of infinity -
are the nows we pass
through all our days,
our nights,
our presents
as each of our whispers
echo...
quietly.

Chris Twyford
Ancient117331
1/28/2004

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