Can you hear me calling? Whispering?
Whisper softly so I may hear your name, your voice, and sing along to it’s melancholic melody. Whisper softly so I may look into your soul and see your grace .. your love .. and your honor.
Can you hear the sound of your soul dying? Or does it whisper to you from across the room? In the stillness of night, I cry out your name. Do you hear my grief? Do my thoughts sound like screams in your mind? Do you understand my confusion and my fear? In the stillness of night I hear you calling. I roll over, but you are not there. I open my eyes, but I cannot see you. My chaotic thoughts are the fuel that feeds your fire; they are the food that fills your empty stomach.
written August 21-22, 2009
slightly edited today