voices

voices in the night
blinded by whispers
gather in the light of the moon
wondering, questioning
asking
their murmured lives
on the edge of silence
what if they were
merely dreams
forgotten and buried
what if the wind blowing
in the leaves
could hold the key
to their slow
dismissal
voice in the night
creeping in shallow shadows
following us around
just as smoke
follows glitter

Citeşte articolul complet »