Friday, March 02, 2007

Whistle

Drowning in your sound.
No escape. No music.
Ears beating, condensing
With effervescent glory.

Touching. Sweet sounds
Springing into the sea
Of my soul. Pure whisper,
Soaring.

Fizzle and fade, clatter
Into silence. Whirr, whizz.
A bird pin perched,
Ready for its next song.

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