Your whisper.

It came just like a ray of sun

sweeping golden paths

over the forests of my heart.

And day after day

I treaded those paths;

they did not fade.

Neither did they grow

with wild flowers and roses;

they remained the same

always so much the same.

Your whisper

was heard in the darkness

in a dream, "just speak to me."

But how shall I speak to you,

who know not who I am?

Your words, your plea

echoed back and forth;

for what could I do?

Though I knew you so well:

our walks along

dreamy mountains and valleys...

Never had you even heard my name.

I was a nobody to you.

Your whisper

grew ever louder;

no longer did it whisper.

So I finally spoke

just to silence the screams

that were in reality

so silent already.

I spoke, and you heard;

you wondered who I was.

A dialogue of four parts

seemed like the world to me;

for it was a revolution,

a dream dipping its toes

in my reality at last.

Your whisper

wasn't long to vanish;

it faded with my hopes of friendship.

No longer did you dwell

in my dreams of fantasy,

but in real life's wayside.

I wish I knew that your whisper

was not heard in reality;

it was but a touch of imagination

that brought you to life in my mind.

How much easier this would be

if you had listened to me speak;

I had only one thing left to say...

but you too soon walked away.

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• Date written: November 9 • Word Count: 259 • Line Count: 52 • Stanza Count: 4 •