- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Whispers...
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"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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