Thursday, September 15, 2011

Poem #564

Whisper

A soft, airy sound, riding the wind,
Through the dark of the night.
Winding its way through my mind,
Pounding in my chest,
In time with my beating heart,
Down into my soul, where it stops.
Releasing its power, filling my lungs,
And I hold it, hang on until the last second.
Until there is nothing left but silence,
And the rush is gone.
Then a rumbling deep inside me,
Words tripping over each other in a rush,
Out of my mind, down to my mouth,
And "I love you too" falls from my lips.

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