I heard a whisper in the darkness
from deep within
the blossoming of a dream
and as it bloomed I was falling
falling
into a voracious summer stream.
Fading away from the world
I found myself learning
that bliss
was a desperate yearning
from within a wuthering abyss.
The whisper faded into the night
as a form emerged
from a place within the mist,
and I heard an echo without a sound
as I stood immobile,
transfixed.
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 1:35 PM UTC
I heard a whisper in the darkness
from deep within
the blossoming of a dream
and as it bloomed I was falling
falling
into a voracious summer stream.
Fading away from the world
I found myself learning
that bliss
was a desperate yearning
from within a wuthering abyss.
The whisper faded into the night
as a form emerged
from a place within the mist,
and I heard an echo without a sound
as I stood immobile,
transfixed.
