Whispering voices descend from clouds
of yesterday waiting for the winds of
tomorrow; they gently caress the heart
trying to take away all of yesteryears
In the quietness of twilight glimpse of what
was never meant to be; dominant are the
emotions and the spirit cries….true love
will never come and the soul will never be
Evolving into the now from a world of pain,
time journeys onward and the spirit
understands life stays the same.
Emerging from a life only the heart knows,
finally daring to dream of what might have
been; and then there is the never-ending
waiting for a new life to begin.
Tears no longer fall upon pale cheeks, truth
stays hidden deep within the soul; finally,
one realizes that the story of lost love will
never be told.
Living alone, day after day becomes a way
of life; the cocooned heart keeps away sorrow,
pain and strife.
Passion continues to burn and does not die,
as one lives in stolen moments waiting for a
love that will never return; and wondering will
the heart ever learn.
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