Whispers In The Fall

by Maher   Nov 16, 2018


The leaves are falling and the clouds hold rain.
The graves are calling each other's names.
With every passing, the wind chimes in,
kicking dust upon what's left of skin.

As the sun shines so cold in Fall,
whispers dive into the grasses tall.
A falling branch could see them drift away
down the river and the path it snakes.

How can the sun shine so cold at all?
Since when did night imbibe in sleepless thoughts?
As the answers start to shy this way,
the Earth revolves and truth is kept at bay.

This heart dies, breaking into shards so thin
every time you tend to disappear
and the cracking doesn't catch your ear at all;
it nestles in with whispers in the Fall.

Over time I've watched them drift away,
all the while the game is kept in play,
as though I'd never shed a tear at all,
as though I'd never heard the whisper's call.

Now moonlight drips upon a starless sky
and there's no cover, nor warmth in sight.
The wind plays rough in light of fragile bones
which crack in tune with shards of broken hope.

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  • 7 months ago

    by Golden AnGel Rhapsodist

    Nice word choice...

    My favourite lines----

    Now moonlight drips upon a starless sky
    and there's no cover, nor warmth in sight.
    The wind plays rough in light of fragile bones
    which crack in tune with shards of broken hope.

    Spot on..

    Gel

    • 7 months ago

      by Maher

      Thanks Gel, that was the heaviest part for me to write, too. Glad you like it

  • 7 months ago

    by Em (marmite)

    So glad this is nominated!

    • 7 months ago

      by Maher

      Thanks Em, glad you enjoyed it

  • 7 months ago

    by Mark

    Beautiful

    • 7 months ago

      by Maher

      Thanks Mark, glad you found it so

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