Whispers Be Damned
Whispering in the shadows,
I know it's you
Head bent low so I can't see
The gleaming of your eyes,
The curve of your lips,
The impish smile they wear
Only for me.
You walked away
When things were good,
When love was sweet,
Our yearning was immeasurable,
Our dreams meshed,
And making love was like
A never empty basket full of luscious ripe fruit.
Or maybe, it was me
I don't remember
But we parted
In the midst of paradise found,
Connections that had been made so complete,
And our mouths drinking thirstily
Of the wine of our sweet love.
Then the whispers began,
The jealous hearts
With pointed fingers
And untrue tales of guile
They spoke of deeds
We had not done
And beds we had not lain in.
And our two hearts
Were torn apart,
Ripped and ravished
By lust and lies
Savaged by the fiends and fools
Who could not stand
To see us smile.
But we were the fools
That believed the lies,
Swallowed the unsavory,
And listened to the lurid
While all the while,
Our souls warned us
To close our ears to slander.
No more whispers for us then
On silken pillows,
No more laughter in the rain,
No more "I love you's"
Just because
No more loving
In the night.
But there you stand
In the arms of darkness,
Wanting to hold me
But afraid to try
And here I stand on an empty sidewalk
Wanting to cry out
But afraid to cry.
I know you see me, pausing there
Feeling your form
With arms full of longing,
Kissing your lips
With mouth full of hungry,
Hesitation holds us back,
Fear binds us with velvet ropes.
And then you say my name
In a whisper that becomes a shout,
A shout that becomes a torrent, a torrent that becomes a river,
And a river that becomes an ocean
Stepping out of the shadows, you pull me into your arms,
Not caring who sees, not fearing who hears,
Once more, connected...........
And whispers be damned.
That is so romantically written! Knowing they should not have listened to all the chatter from outside the realm of their love,; the suspicions, the lies, and slanderous talk. But the yearn for one another was stronger.It broke the strongholds that kept them apart. He couldn't stand it any longer. And she recognized those whispers that she has probably heard many times while in the throes of passion.
ReplyDeleteI felt a relief there at the end. And the guitar instrumental, This Journey called Life, is a moving piece of music..............I loved it all.
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