Whisper Your Name

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Whisper Your Name

Clutching tightly the air around me
I find I’m no longer able to stay grounded
Floating away, the nothingness surrounds me
Out of my lungs life is being pounded


Rolling back into the depths of my head
My vision reveals to me my inner feelings
They scare me as I lay cuddled up in my bed
Taking hold, I enjoy these half-hearted stealings

I whisper your name in an empty room
Distant noises follow me into there
The place of somehow lovely hollowness and gloom
Gorgeous things related with something simple and fair

There is also a delicacy to it all
A romantic melody in play
I can’t make out the words written on the wall
But nonetheless I can stare at them all day

I fill my heart with shamefulness at the way I am
Already overflowing with too many things
I set sail on a distant voyage – into the sea I slam
Somewhere far off from me I hear as his voice sings

Wave after wave after wave, I fall over
With the sea flowing as if set upon something nonexistent
I lay, shivering with the taste of a lover
The whispers of your name proceed and are persistent


All I want is to keep it like this

Strangely floating amongst the waves and melodies
Finally falling asleep I dream of that one special kiss
A silence ensues, with the waters now calm, and I drop to my knees.

I always knew how the ending would be
I hear as I whisper your name once again
This is how it feels for two people to be free
With three little words, two lives you can brighten.

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Musicmynded1 commented on Whisper Your Name

01-18-2011

wow.. very well put together.. i can hear it being sang.. or.. is it just coz im Musicmynded?... either way.. very nice and thanks for sharing

normroxursox

01/26/2011

Thank you very much! I tend to be more lyrically minded, also. :)

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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