Drifting into darkness
Uncertain land of dreams
Or maybe just more nightmares?
Of things can’t be unseen
Drowning in a moment
Heavy in the now
Murky muds that choke you
No back nor forth no how
What if out beyond the empty
Is something more than this?
Broken dreams and haunting nightmares
Set free and never missed
Sense the light beyond the darkness
The dawn after the night
Hear the music sent to wake you
Winged friends, whisp’ring, ‘it’s alright’
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Well needed as I woke up at 5:55 this morning with a random song, now I understand the whisper... I was never ment to belong...
Great stuff as ever, keep up the write!
I live in hope that the birds speak the truth
Hope all is well with you 🙂
Such a feel of peace in this description of something we often question and never seem able to find the right answer - that final stanza is so inspiring - thank you for sharing it Sylvia.
Thanks you Fay. The birds always help me in my difficult moments.
Those whispers from our winged friends in the morning assure me that life is fine.
Good words sylvia.
Andy
Thank you Andy, I am listening to them now
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