Remembering a Forgotten Voice
I once heard a voice that can speak ever so quietly into the night
And while it was in a dream, it deepens to a whispering thunder
Like a roller coaster, where it’s very coils, silences the vibes
Like an air-draft, trapped, inside a mourner’s floating balloon
A few wishes too soon, it comes; a long sighing sound, growling even…
Filling-up all the voids, between each inconspicuous spaces, in place
Hope traces to a tiny thin line, giving birth to the light, from the darkness
And as it gets nearer, the quicker it turns to shadowy faces
Mimicking the sum of all my fears-to the smallest part of its pieces
Like a grain of salt inside a grain of sand, to the sea and to its rapturous waves
And poof! The voice spoke just once more from a swift edged sword of an epiphany
Teetering from the first breathe, ticking to the last heave, tacking
And somewhere within the ripples, I was left aside to wander
And to ponder, breaking my simplest thought asunder
Under the tender care of the thunder-ing sky, where the sun were,
Then I remembered but only forgotten it in a voice, who uttered the words “. . . "
wilbsd11/23/16
Copyright © Wilbert Dela Cruz | Year Posted 2016
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