whisper to closed eyes – i do know

and whisper to clasped hands – i promise

to stop the sound of thunder clearing in the distance

from echoing the past,

for just a few insinuations of still silences anew

flowing into the wavering vastness of you,

for just a few words of desperate hope left ablaze

to break across the limits of your gaze

towards what felt unearthly as bewilderment

in moments of complete disillusionment

whisper to closed eyes – i still know

whisper to clasped hands – i still promise 

to stop the silence of the night, darkening in the distance,

from shadowing this moment,

for just a few sharp marks of a voice restrained

flowing into the wavering vastness of pain,

for just a few words on missed paths set in stone

to break across the limits of the unknown.

(inspired by the sounds of ‘Saturn’, by Sleeping At Last)