Whispers

February 17, 2015

Whispers

Among whispers

Silent sentinels singing

Beneath the breath. Beautiful!

Quickening my quietude

Eyes eying

One

Who is

Was and always

Elusive, alluring, everlasting, eternal

Love's enlightening light

Illuminating my

Who is

Nothing, never new

Wrinkled warrior wanton wretch

My shield grounded

I'm broken

Bodied

Scared promise

Yet I hear

Rare symphonies' simple reveries

Sung to me

Baby's lullabies

Lovely

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