Hush With not an echo To reverberate the depths Of thoughts and feelings Held close For not a soul to fathom Stare Empty, whitewashed walls Castles and thrones Buried in the sand Time and tide, forsaken tunes What had been now is not Sigh Live another day To trace ebbing memories And wonder aloud if Cure was the prevention The extension of a million maybes Breathe A tentative hope For all the soles worn out And hearts caved in Another hour Another possibility - Posted via BlogPress from iPod