The Living Years

Voices
Silently drifting
Weaving whispered words
Through scattered thoughts,
Ethereal,
And omnipresent,
Unobtrusive,
Yet undeniable;
Peppered among the subliminal
To seed the psyche
And I, the vessel,
Through which the message flows

Fleeting 
Like a vapour
Captured by the wind
With just the warmth of presence
Left behind
Like the echo of a touch
Of a mother’s understanding
And a father’s silent pride; 
With a quiet reassurance
For the wealth of love unspoken
In the living years

 


november 2011




Awarded by Poetic Constellations ~ Bri November 20, 2011