Soft whispers always in the dark
Thoughts that run through the mind's eye,
Sorting out the forgotten fears
Feelings from a lost soul, in all of one's tears.
Wondering, forever, about all the dreams,
You know the ones
Deja vue or a figmant of the mind
Are they real or a ghost of someone near?
Always in the mind's fog,
Forever, the moments are slow,
Following the direction of the heart's path,
So as not to forget about all that was feared.
One final day, when the chaos will end,
Reality, once more, takes up all that was space,
Eyes wide open to see the path one has been,
was the dream only a whisper? So hard to tell at day's end.
