Promises made are broken easily
You left these scars for me to heal
You left this pain for me to ache
You weren't a dream neither real
It was about a single touch
a peek into your eyes to feel
the fire that lights up the heart
It was about the hurt
not about the love or the heart,
and the tension and the heat
I'll forever remember to forget
The ache and hurt and pain onset
by that fragrance and a whisper

A candle's flame
Flickers in the night
Countless shining stars
Show a pinhole of life

This clear, dark sky
Reflects all the light
The flame will show
Tribute to the sky

But there's whispers in the night
Can you hear them?

A cool breeze blows
Here in the valley
Skeletons of stone
Shroud in mystery
An old tree groans,
Could it be happy?

There's whispers in the night
Can you feel them?
Whispers in the night
Can you hear them?

A stream rambles on
Cold and lonely
A cricket yells
Low and and hungry
An Owl screams out
Waiting on something.....

There's whispers in the night
Can you hear them?
Whispers in the night
Can you feel spying eyes?

© 2019 Michael Messinger(All rights reserved)

I listen to the wind
as it blows past my ears
to sense that it whispers
from afar some new cheers
that I've been expecting
for a while to receive
and to tell me plainly
without words to deceive,

I humbly bow my head
in a true spirit of
gratitude which conveys
a deep feeling of love
for the One who does seem
to be always close by
no matter where we be
dissolving fears that try.

I somehow know that all
will be well at the end
of one's life journey which
has been lived to contend
with those things that decry
people's efforts to live
honestly by the truth
and are able to give.

I consider the past
that we have all been through
and has brought us here now
for the present time view
which leads to the future
showing us many paths
we cannot all follow
but have their aftermaths.

I look inside my mind
at the darkness to see
the light of my spirit
that comes at times to me
recognising the state
of my soul reflecting
on the outer life lived
but which needs directing.

I am very grateful
to the unseen power
that is a source of help
in hard times to shower
benevolence and grace
when futility reigns
and hopelessness is what
for some life here pertains.

I embrace all of life
with the wonders it has
and ours for the seeking
though they must be seen as
belonging to us all
without attachment to
a selfish attitude
when they're found by a few.
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Shadows dancing on the walls
Whispers creeping through the walls
Doors rattling by the walls
People laughing behind the walls

Closed off quarters
But water seeps through
It's likely torture
When it reaches you

Shadows dancing on the walls
Whispers creeping through the walls
Doors rattling by the walls
People laughing behind the walls

Stuck between walls
Neither far nor near
They start closing in
I don't want to die in here

Shadows dancing
Whispers creeping
Doors rattling
People laughing

All in the walls.