Whispering voices descend
from clouds of yesterday
waiting for the winds of
tomorrow; they gently
caress the heart trying to
take away all of yesteryears
sorrows.
In the quietness of twilight
glimpse of what was never
meant to be; dominant are
the emotions and the spirit
cries….true love will never
come and the soul will never
be free.
Evolving into the now from a
world of pain, time journeys
onward and the spirit
understands life stays the same.
Emerging from a life only the
heart knows, finally daring to
dream of what might have been;
and then there is the never-ending
waiting for a new life to begin.
Tears no longer fall upon pale
cheeks, truth stays hidden deep
within the soul; finally, one
realizes that the story of lost love
will never be told.
Living alone, day after day
becomes a way of life; the
cocooned heart keeps away
sorrow, pain and strife.
Passion continues to burn and
does not die, as one lives in
stolen moments waiting for a
love that will never return; and
wondering will the heart ever
learn.
©2013.annjohnsonmurphree
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ann johnson-murphree 
Thought provoking, tred softly on my soul.
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