Whispers

A breath upon the wind of time
Tingled my ear and told me a story
Of feelings long felt, lives long lived.

Upon the wind it rode,
light as a single raindrop,
Cool as an autumn breeze,
Tugging me along for a journey;
A lifetime in another's shoes,
A flurry of moments, of feelings.
I see familiar patterns, echoed in my own,
Shared joys, sorrows, love, loss.

Another takes its place,
Blown along on a scrap of paper,
Tumultuous, tragic this one,
With quivering hands, ink blotched with tears.
Another tug, another memory,
Shared experience, dissolution of pain
In companionship, separated by eons;
Bittersweet and beautiful.

As I place my nib upon my scrap,
Giving it form with my breath
To blow it away in the wind,
I imagine a soul, some ways down,
Listening intently, perhaps
Held by this breath. My fraction of an eon, perhaps
Speaking out, tugging gently, perhaps
Eliciting yet another memory in companionship,
Another story, given fresh form
And blown further downwind.

A silent conversation, a clandestine undercurrent,
In rivulets, flowing softly, soothingly, gently
Solace to the grieving,
Shoulder to the crying,
Love to the pining,
Solidarity to the lonely,
Until the rivers, playing, laughing along,
Coalesce, where all are one, in the great
Ocean of Consciousness.

Cover art by Joshua Fuller.