Sep 2012
Don’t question the words
That are murmured in whispers
For they are the truest
Words to be heard.
The truth is in silence
And silence alone
But a whisper is closest
To what we can know.
And all of the atoms
That shake on their own
All carry a pitch
And carry a tone.
These too are whispers,
Though harder to hear
For no single atom
Will startle your ear.
So all that I’ve whispered
Just next to your head?
Don’t question those
Wild remarks that I’ve said.
You may have your doubts
In the noise of the day
But watch for my silence
Then whisper away.
That are murmured in whispers
For they are the truest
Words to be heard.
The truth is in silence
And silence alone
But a whisper is closest
To what we can know.
And all of the atoms
That shake on their own
All carry a pitch
And carry a tone.
These too are whispers,
Though harder to hear
For no single atom
Will startle your ear.
So all that I’ve whispered
Just next to your head?
Don’t question those
Wild remarks that I’ve said.
You may have your doubts
In the noise of the day
But watch for my silence
Then whisper away.
09/16/12
Written for those truthful moments that get brushed aside so we can focus on the "real world". The sweet somethings. The things murmured in fits of passion. The confessions of secrets that we pretend don't exist because they don't fit in this world. The "I love you"s and "I'm sorry"s and "I miss you"s and "I meant to"s that happen when they're not allowed to. The things we brush away as fairy webs and dreams which truly exists there.
Written for those truthful moments that get brushed aside so we can focus on the "real world". The sweet somethings. The things murmured in fits of passion. The confessions of secrets that we pretend don't exist because they don't fit in this world. The "I love you"s and "I'm sorry"s and "I miss you"s and "I meant to"s that happen when they're not allowed to. The things we brush away as fairy webs and dreams which truly exists there.
