Saturday, July 4, 2009

Whisper

whisper


 

soon this sound

will abate

in the sense

that it will be

non-sounding

its heart was whispered

detected in art, in angel

softened, golden sounds

chrysostom


 

some sounds fade

and some live in symmetry

shaded by life, by love

by the searing pillows

of sense and swaying,

soothing me, till now

and echoing soon


 

I listen again, whisper it,

surround myself, fill

till all is this, this

this

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