Open Poetry #37 |
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A voice whispers |
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RedStoneEB Senior Member
since 2003-06-08
Posts 772uk ![]() |
With many a thought and oft unspoken mind, I climb through the ruins of our past-time Sweetest doth the scent grow strong unto unspoken words- far off memories ripple like the water and the stone which were cast be my heart, Ah! It rests, I rest, the sleeper- and now hath fallen deeper An echo, a emotions drop, and tears enchant the silence, The sigh! From lonesome heart, be I now the stranger? ’tis now belonging to the past thou art the everlasting key. All passion be a sickeness to the common sense, and stir upon stir be the sacred flame calling from the stars Oft in my wake hath I stared out to the morn- o’er through the clouds beyond the mount of fear a voice whispers to me and I wake once more, The moon hast stolen the sun, may it be our dream- and she nor me nor thou art strangers but an age of the dance upon the heartstrings. O hold me! In thy ghostly shadowed memory form, And breathe the rose flower’d from my soul Taste upon the scent not love nor word nor sound- meet embers in my eyes for my heart is now the murmur of the wordless sea and true emotion, It pours unto the flesh and anothers keep away- in awe all leave me to float upon the moment which never ends till death doth cometh and go, ’tis scared by the touch of me ceasing to be such thy whispers I vision an Angel none can see. And thus, as the morn I wake once more again, Thy breath doth dance, unto the breeze, gone Hast thou felt the same as me and breathed the memories- those smiles never cease to be upon the face and tears I hath cried upon a happy thought, With many a thought and oft unspoken mind- I leave the ruins of our past-time a voice whispers to me and I wake no-more |
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Juju Member Elite
since 2003-12-29
Posts 3429In your dreams |
I like this so much But I guss as always. (; |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Your own voice is the hushed whisperings of a time once lived very long ago ... ![]() EA |
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