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.
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