Passing Whispers

Waves of fractures streak through us but reside close by Unsung deeds disguised as if no one would know They grow naturally... Sands of untimed dishonesty lining retracted vows, seeking empty hour-glasses... And feeding crevices some call our fate rendered We stretch the sands to weave staggered steps... Freeze our gait when such sapping moments cease to abide our intricate tryst, Replicate the fractures when our void ceases to inspire substance... Call on words we know face a spring, yet no fall A trendy swing... but not a rhyme Assign remaining symbols to deflatable tasks Alluring intent... to passing whispers