Friday, January 14, 2011

Whispers in the Night

 May I love with nothing greater than my heart and my soul

But what more to ask for than the pureness of love like honey

Or the sweet endless psalms that come silently to those that wait

For I bear the library of music untold of by ancients

And the feelings of millions on the eleventh of September

But I roar at the constant ringing of those that mourn

And feel the heart glow of those that care

But each stands a burden itself, and a cherishment overlooked

They sometimes engulf me whole in the night while other times I wish to escape

How these thoughts not my own effect my soul

Throughout my time here without choice I listen to the whispers In the night



Rose said...

A lovely piece of poetry, well written!

Felicity said...

Thank you so much (:

The Unknowngnome said...

To me, your best thus far.

Felicity said...

That means alot, i was starting to believe i was acually losing my sence of direction when i write.
Wish i could edit, but everything here has never been altered after its written in less than five minutes, i feel like im repainting over a canvas when i change them, you know?


Great words. Really nice!