Whispers are the half silent words

from a cry for helpthan it is to stay.Time rules our liveshaving to be here and there.We all have appointmentsthat just cannot wait.Wouldn’t it be niceto stop for a momentto extend a handhelping someone through a crisis.Sadly, not many people dobecause it’s so easyto walk awaythan it is to stay.

you will always finda great many people there.They are walking with heads bowedas if in some great shame,but they are only therebecause their world is gone.Some walk with money problemsso deep they figure they cannot get out;others walk with heartachesas their love has gone away.Whatever the reasonthey walk aloneunable to find an answeralong the sidewalk…

and a lot of strife.I wanted at timeswas to be left alone in my own company,but always people wanted to crowd me,for what reason I’m not sure.I still long for peace and quietsomething I never seem to get.I want to sit and dream at timeswithout being disturbed.However, that is easier said than donefor every quiet…

waiting for the momentwhen we are unawareto strike and cut us down.We know not when nor want to know.Better, it come in the silence of the nightwhen we will not be awarethen we will not fightuntil the inevitable end.Just rest our head in sleepthe long cold sleep of death.25 January 2011Author’s Note:I wrote this dark…

and we’d buy a coloured light buld.The one we chose was pink,but when we switched it onit was brighter than the white onethat was there before.It was so dazzlingit nearly blinded us all.So much for the mood lightingit was suppose to be a partynot a mesmerizing stand.Our guests would have been blinded,and would not have…

nocturnals in their search for foodignore the display the breeze makes.Only lovers in their arms surroundhear the breeze talk to the leavesin silent calming whispers.The moon so high abovecast shadows all aroundbringing the place alive,but with no sound.The shadows dance for lovers therein gay profusion everywhereamong the songs night creatures calldown leafy lanes where lovers…