Fallen angel : Breath

To hear that voice,
the whisper penetrating
the veil of silence
that has long escaped
my ears.

Your lips forming
those soft vowels,
those hard consonants,
unable to be heard,
only seen.

I long to hear
those sweet words
dancing around
like sugar plum fairies
on Christmas eve.

I long to feel
them tip toe
through the absolute darkness
of my mind
at night on those old creaky wood floors.

How I wonder
how it sounds
and why it is gone,
oh how I want
to hear its tune.

That voice you have hidden,
will soon be heard,
by the slightest chance
it might be heard through one little whisper,
one little tune, one little melody,
that will open the cacophony that is life.

Maybe sometime soon…