Whispers

Whispers

Murmur of the stream

In memories

Returning now I see

Hopes fulfilled

Who I was

And a life I'll never live again

Whispers

The sighing of the breeze

The air I breathe

A new life next to me

Dreams begin

Who I am

And how I came to be

Whispers

The horah of the trees

Moving endlessly

Drawing me beyond

All my fears

Who I'll be

When I return to this place

[10.19.09]

The other day I found the scrap of paper this was written on and thought I'd share.