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Array ( [sid] => 18125 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => whispers [time] => 2003-05-28 02:05:00 [hometext] => My personal tribute to the one thing no one can escape. [bodytext] => Do you hear me?
The wind whispers my name as it chills your spine,
shakes your body with cold.
You deny my acquaintance,
but I know you well.
I am that voice in the night you dare not listen to
for I whisper of could be's, should have's and if's.
I am the fever dream of a poet;
his earthsense, his madness.
I hold your life in the palm of my hand,
and slowly I clench each finger.
Ever so slowly a flame is snuffed.
A star bursts; a display of terrible despair.
Planets move to my music
and are born, later to die.
I am the rust on farm equipment
left to weep red tears in the rain.
I have eaten away the wood's paint;
the gold plate on a charm I've tarnished.
I have blurred the granite's words, the face of its master.
A fading angel bows and murmurs "God bless."
All things I make tolerable,
yet I am feared beyond all else.
A clock ticks
as a serpent devours his tail,
a wolf, the sun.
The wind whispers my name
as you despair of falling asleep;
"Time."

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whispers

Contributed by Baby`Fallen`angel on Wednesday, 28th May 2003 @ 02:05:00 AM in AEST
Topic: Tributes

Do you hear me?
The wind whispers my name as it chills your spine,
shakes your body with cold.
You deny my acquaintance,
but I know you well.
I am that voice in the night you dare not listen to
for I whisper of could be's, should have's and if's.
I am the fever dream of a poet;
his earthsense, his madness.
I hold your life in the palm of my hand,
and slowly I clench each finger.
Ever so slowly a flame is snuffed.
A star bursts; a display of terrible despair.
Planets move to my music
and are born, later to die.
I am the rust on farm equipment
left to weep red tears in the rain.
I have eaten away the wood's paint;
the gold plate on a charm I've tarnished.
I have blurred the granite's words, the face of its master.
A fading angel bows and murmurs "God bless."
All things I make tolerable,
yet I am feared beyond all else.
A clock ticks
as a serpent devours his tail,
a wolf, the sun.
The wind whispers my name
as you despair of falling asleep;
"Time."

Copyright © Baby`Fallen`angel ... [ 2003-05-28 02:05:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: whispers (User Rating: 1 )
by princesspurty on Tuesday, 17th June 2003 @ 07:24:39 PM AEST
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I loved this, how true your words ring

Re: whispers (User Rating: 1 )
by hardcoreputa on Wednesday, 25th June 2003 @ 02:01:33 PM AEST
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i liked it keep writing ~Apryl

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