Shadows murmur
across the hills --
voices, faint,
an ancient chorus.
A tired season
slowly enters
sleep's provence.
Sighs linger,
caught ephemeral,
in vapors or
in dreams.
Secrets, older than
centuries,
long to be revealed.
Smoke and dusk
embrace;
old eyes strain --
deaf ears fall
short
of forgotten lore,
the meaning lost.
Silent footfalls
follow vague
whispers.
Fires flicker, fade.
This landscape,
growing dim,
transverses night
and time.
Oct 7, 2010
Oct 7, 2010 at 11:17 AM UTC
Shadows murmur
across the hills --
voices, faint,
an ancient chorus.
A tired season
slowly enters
sleep's provence.
Sighs linger,
caught ephemeral,
in vapors or
in dreams.
Secrets, older than
centuries,
long to be revealed.
Smoke and dusk
embrace;
old eyes strain --
deaf ears fall
short
of forgotten lore,
the meaning lost.
Silent footfalls
follow vague
whispers.
Fires flicker, fade.
This landscape,
growing dim,
transverses night
and time.