Whispers

In all the dreams that plague the nights Or lying in an ice-cold sweat; My efforts to suppress these frights And visions I cannot forget. The walls look down with piercing eyes; Their gaze is cold as winter frost; Reminding me of vicious lies; These barriers I cannot cross. The phantoms of a love untold Are ever swimming through my head But memories I cannot hold (Where it began or what was said). The living loathing of such things Cannot be said to lie estranged So far from where the white dove sings; From where the serpent's coil has ranged. They do not see tenacious coils From their perception of the night. No mercy when the moonlight boils; We know but we are losing sight. Pretending of pretentious pains; Forever standing poised in flight And following the last remains Of silent whispers through the night.