Whispers in the Wind
Whispers in the wind
Made for no one else to hear,
drift right to me
and flutter into my ear.
They speak of distant worlds far away
a life that differs from my own.
A diary of a women christened Fay.
Her voice sometimes less than a moan.
No voice is heard when my friends listen.
My eyes no more do they glisten.
My friends think I'm crazy,
they think me a fool,
But if they could hear it,
they see why I'm a ghoul.
I cannot stop hearing,
I cannot leave it alone.
It is my life's steering,
so much has it shown.
But now it consumes me,
my mind, my body, my soul.
I am trapped, I cannot flee,
and now I am in it whole.
I see what she describes
as clear as any day.
Her and I, we have jibed
to become like molded clay.
Her land is in civil unrest.
And their enemies are at their doorstep.
It seems as if her land will die.
The hour of their doom stands nigh.
She stands atop that lonely old hill
and whispers into the wind.
I answer it, robbed from my free will.
together we are destined.
Together we stand above all evil,
our enemies are in an upheaval.
Together we fight
for what is right.
Soon, however, we are separated.
The view I am granted makes me fascinated!
My mind is loosed from my mortal frame
and I find my view soon clouded with flame.
I open my eyes, I am on a hill.
Much like the one on which I had a thrill.
I am alone and alive,
for her do I strive!
And so there I stay, wandering the universe with my mind,
and I whisper into the winds for one of mankind
to listen and know of what I can find.
Above is a story I heard one day.
And then more telling of the Milky way.
I leave now to listen to them anew.
Perhaps I'll leave another for your review.
Whispers in the wind
Made for no one else to hear,
drift right to me
and flow into my ear.
Made for no one else to hear,
drift right to me
and flutter into my ear.
They speak of distant worlds far away
a life that differs from my own.
A diary of a women christened Fay.
Her voice sometimes less than a moan.
No voice is heard when my friends listen.
My eyes no more do they glisten.
My friends think I'm crazy,
they think me a fool,
But if they could hear it,
they see why I'm a ghoul.
I cannot stop hearing,
I cannot leave it alone.
It is my life's steering,
so much has it shown.
But now it consumes me,
my mind, my body, my soul.
I am trapped, I cannot flee,
and now I am in it whole.
I see what she describes
as clear as any day.
Her and I, we have jibed
to become like molded clay.
Her land is in civil unrest.
And their enemies are at their doorstep.
It seems as if her land will die.
The hour of their doom stands nigh.
She stands atop that lonely old hill
and whispers into the wind.
I answer it, robbed from my free will.
together we are destined.
Together we stand above all evil,
our enemies are in an upheaval.
Together we fight
for what is right.
Soon, however, we are separated.
The view I am granted makes me fascinated!
My mind is loosed from my mortal frame
and I find my view soon clouded with flame.
I open my eyes, I am on a hill.
Much like the one on which I had a thrill.
I am alone and alive,
for her do I strive!
And so there I stay, wandering the universe with my mind,
and I whisper into the winds for one of mankind
to listen and know of what I can find.
Above is a story I heard one day.
And then more telling of the Milky way.
I leave now to listen to them anew.
Perhaps I'll leave another for your review.
Whispers in the wind
Made for no one else to hear,
drift right to me
and flow into my ear.
8/21/13