by Profe Steve
Murmurs on the wind Beyond the edge of hearing Unidentified Colors that defy naming Chilling shiver down my spine
Gone away; she’s gone To realms beyond my senses Leaving vague traces That tease at my soul’s borders; Longings lost in labyrinths.
Whispers in the night Mutter soft in languages Untranslatable Meanings just beyond the reach Of itching, empty fingers.
Emotions wander Lost under cloud-filled skies That weep silent tears; Draw another empty breath, Face another lonely dawn.