thinking of how loud quiet can be.


Whispers


Truth is just a whisper
Amid the screams of deceivers we live among
And we strain to hear that small voice
Like a suffocating girl fights for air
And it dies, it ebbs, it swells
But its always there if we listen for it
Love is just a teardrop
In the eyes of a dead son's mother
And in the flow of sorrow
We can find the that rinses the world
Of its pain and disillusions
Happiness is an intangible thing
It concentrates in small places
Among those truly washed in the waters
Of peace, souls bleached white by indifferent sun
Its mist turn salty seas
To rich syrups kissed by smirking nymphs
And makes falling suns hang forever
Over a crystal sea
Its varying surfaces send light at your eyes
Like emissaries of joy
And we whisper yet again
To still your sorrows' tears
And ponder that one teardrop
Glinting in your palm
And feel that warmth build from nowhere.
In a quiet peaceful moment
A whisper is loud enough.



Poetry by Dominic
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Written on 2006-11-23 at 10:14

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