a word a whisper

a word a whisper a shadow sweeping slowly away as a blanket pulled off the shade crept along
a signal a sound a sense that slowly things were drawing to a close a curtain drawn across the memories of living a white tear along the cheek a race to dive and every day a new wave that carries the grains of a new world across the wash of waters weeping at the shore
up there and mountains never know the heights they reach the peaks that touch the glass of reflecting shimmer drawn and ripple to the reach of me into me beneath and could not drawn up from below the wish that weathered there a kiss that cracked and split into two
should have stopped the accelerator the time it took to breath the distance between two things and how they meant the end they began a new whisper in sight unseen the hand that holds the strap and behold the pale and ever present monument of my future predictions
i spy with my little eye a wavering glitter glisten a speckle that shone through the curtain of our entangled lies a sheen of observations that could cut the scene into two new beings i never could stop or start and here i lie again
all the way down the mountain the curves that find their way without the guidance given to mention the monotony of mouthing thoughts that cross the currents of our expression
meant to and never could venture the vast difference between the smile and the frown that belongs on the wistful longings of my future presentations a simple seduction if ever could begin and here in the monotony i stand and stare the wall the flaking white and the white beneath nothing hidden nothing revealed in the changes that are creeping the shadow across the skin of my observation i could not start and stop before i could come to a decision that might effect a difference a distance that i can not cross without a curve to grind away the centigrade a step too soon and i knew not now that when the wind wept i was new again