I hear a subtle song, Southern bells ringing in the distance, Yet the flag flying Half-staffed, My heart sinks into laughter. What lyrics mention those whispers, Where light breezes move the stiffened pine, The bluegrass moistened by the softness of her touch, I hear it all, Though speak nothing of its wonder.
Where will my heart be when smoke billows from the embers? The clouds beg for my repose, I give them nothing but life roaring from my chest, The fight raging through the weary part of stories told, Waken, I say, and enter the truth of her forever. There's a seat for us at the peak of that there mountain, A solitude made for two, the lightning rings beholden, I feel her ease me into that promised land, Takes me whole, I seldom shudder in this amazement, Her prayer a scream that echoes in the canyons far below. Such this dream...not forgotten through the ages, Ecstasy reborn through the stars we kiss on longing skin, Stories we write on flesh begging us for more, Time spent not here, or there, but everywhere, Floating whispers that have finally found their home.