Scattered Whispers
Whispers heard amidst the swirling chaos echo in my soul
and I soar down from the clouds, their daily dusting done,
following the wisps of warm light into the dark of dawn.
Scattered the soil that marks the once proud tile aglint
with memories of colour, dancing in some forgotten pile
and covering the laughing faces from prying eyes.
Whispers heard again, some fragmented castle's spire
leaping from a soul upon the fork, ever deciding
which way to follow -- left, right, up or down.
Scattered thoughts upon the light air, awash like motes
gathered in some maelstrom swirling in an endless sea,
to wash against my heart with touches of joy and sadness.
Whispers twine among the scattered thoughts and voices
that walk the ether of this place, some searching,
some finding, that which clearly rings in the soul.
© 2000 Quelonzia Stormdancer/Terry Dean
