Nothingness in the Whisper

 

You toss away memories once held close–

keeping those things which cling to the inner

strings of your heart, caught in cobwebs you

haven’t cleared away – don’t even want to

try, knowing pain would flood each nook – crevice

every space open to the conscious self.

 

Those around you fail to understand it;

they do not practice the art or the craft,

they do not weave magic with syllables,

rhythm or rhyme, hear only what they can –

nothingness in the whisper of wind, rain,

the quiet of falling snow …or a tear.

 

Your eyes alone find the mystery in words,

written with passion – full of desire.

 

01/07/09