Author Information
an autumn whisper
i follow the breeze to the chill of the graves
standing like a statue of teardrop and haze
i guess thats how life is
i guess thats the way
i see a single star in the sky
to match the one tear in my eye
and i turn and walk silently away
to revel in the forces i cant begin to explain
perhaps its the glow of an autumn decay
ill breathe in the dust of the dawn
and velvet this nightingales song
it fades
and then what could have been a million years passes by
a million different reasons to live or to die
to sway my arms open and melt with the sky
is that all
is this the world crashing down
a silent prisoner to these words all around
the quiet hum of sorrow can be an unbearable sound
and i cant even hear the leaves fall
or the nights calm surrender at all
this is it
my journey to join the unknown
its nothing more than a wasted sunset you know
a shadowed figure haunting a desperate glow
and ill swing on the sound of the dawn
and soon all these tears will be gone
nothing but me and the beyond
this piece really intrigued me. i like your way with words. you manipulate very well.
This is such an incredible piece of work. It's casually sophistocated; unmistakable rhyme mingled with rhythmic freedom.
In the depths of sorrow, it is often our only hope to "swing on the sound of the dawn..."