Friday, March 25, 2011

Whispering Wood ©©

I walk down dark alleys
Listening to the shadows
The whispers escaping to the night
Seeping through cracked windows and doors

Joy, pain, wonder, sorrow…
All mingling together in the darkness
Filling the hollows of time
The spaces between the lines

Navigating a fog of dreams
Drowning in emotion
Searching for what can’t be found
Only created

Everything that’s real is in your arms
Not in your mind
In your heart
Not in a dream

Miles down these dark roads
Past the addresses of the mind
Listening to the whispers of yesterday
Living the dream

Walking down surreal roads
The past is today
The future is today
Yesterday is today

The shadows of yesterday
Speak to us today
The whispers escaping to the night
Talking of tomorrow

In the darkness
Tomorrow is less dangerous
Not as frightening
Not as intimidating



Kathryn Magendie said...

Smiling . . .

Cardinal Ruby said...

Nice :)