23 Dec 2004

Whispers

I listen to whispers
left over from the beginning
of the world, so
full of hope, when nothing
that could be dreamed
had yet proved
beyond our reach, when
our innocence
was the only experience.
They have not died,
these ideas they still speak,
some only having
grown wiser by knowing
the world that is.
Put your ear to the wind,
and shut out all
that says “No,” and you may
comprehend of what
I say: time cannot silence
that which is shared by us,
and we may prove
to be conduits of a dream.

posted by John H. Doe @ 12:04 am

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