Whispers In the Night - Lament For Lost Love
Whispers in the night, they come
With honey crooning litanies of
All that wallows lost within the
Vortex of a callow past.
In their soporific tongues, their
Cargo loaded semaphores, that
I can barely strain to glean, or
Know as some iconoclast.
They pass the language baton-like from
Lips to ears to seething brain with
Codes too dense to ever break,
Treacle-black and cold.
I thus relent and pacify my
Radiant dreams of what could be and
Hush them up obediently
To do as they are told.
Whispers in the night, they come,
Devil dark and angel white, cry
Sweetly in memoriam at
Something I once nursed.
They breathe the sorrow I endure, for
Foolish dictates I enforced, and
Drove the stake into the heart
Until it shrank and burst.
And as I flinch at every line, they
Speak the script relentlessly, so
Truth in brightest clarity
Settles in the light.
A wish, a self-fulfilling prayer, I
Mourn your lost proximity,
Seeps melancholy into me
As whispers in the night.
Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2005
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