Sounds in the Dark
In the starlight of heaven and darkness when I sit alone, waiting for you, faint whispers that I hear pour softly down, voice so distant.
Your words, hold me powerless restrained, tense, there among the rocks, through the leaves and branches the bleeding drops, like lyrics of love.
Must I swim the delicate path of hope, tread the gossamer thread of life, wonder if her shrouded hope will fail, that nature’s pulses reaped.
Yet in the dalliance of my life strong is the spirit that trails.
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