I wait among the clouds...
and my song, it does sing
my voice... it carries me
and my words... they are whispered
It is quiet for a moment
then a sound begins to peek
I hear your echos...
and my words begin to speak
I call to you... listen
a tear traces over
dripping on the edge
...a glimpse of truth
Spark the verse in me
and set my spirit free
a pen to parchment
a feathered quill
dipped in ink
before it's spill
and drippig on the edge
...a glimpse of truth
Truth © Copyright 2007 Cynthia Jones
The art is by my daughter ©Ashley N. Jones

2 comments:
Love your whisperings!
Thank you Ruthi :)
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