Whisper…

Slowly…

Gentle breeze

In your plea

Of the human soul

Only you could know.

Whisper…

Your journey

Into the hearts

That you soar through

Perhaps…

Into the oblivion

Of histories, aspirations, beliefs,

That you cried

Into the depths of him,

Of her,

Of them, p> Of me…

Be gentle in your

Loud, piercing whispers

That you call out

So softly, so faint.

I wish…

I could witness

The path of your travel,

In the course of the human hearts.

That only you can know.

Sing on,

The music you whisper

To us all,

Those tunes that are so…

So different to the listener

Yet, so very the…same.

You carry music notes

In the palm of your hand

And give them to the individuals

Who are the only ones

Who can understand the song.

And you ask him,

You ask her,

You ask them,

You ask me,

To sing your music

Of our own compositions.

To sing of what is theirs,

Ours, mine, yours.

Now we must sing the notes of your whispers,

Of the human spirit

That only we know,

But rarely acknowledge

And sing the notes to.

Copyright 1998 Wendy Torres On to the next poem...this one I wrote at boot camp