Alone in the silence
of the night the winds begun to sing songs to my soul .Songs of the past,
songs of forgotten souls lost in the darkness of the night's winds
singing their sorrows, their pains, their dreams to anyone who would care
to listen. A soul suffers for an eternity when forgotten their tears becomes
the rains their words the winds. I walked alone and listen sometimes to
their words blowing among the trees and grasses I just set and listen to
their stories and sing their songs.
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The swaying sun kissed
Autumn leaves silently falls
filling a tired traveler's
aching enoby eyes.
While the whispering winds
hauntly breathes opens
his empty ears to
the frozen cries
Echoing from the crying trees.
hand in hand he quietly
walks in step in the solitude.
As the dewilding day
meets the dawn down old paths
of superistious talk
warns a wandering souls of
enslaved spirits prays
In the weeping winds. Voices
urning to be finally freed
on passed paths and trails
shakeled slaves traveled.
Dead bowing branches and beaten flesh
left swaying in the trees.
I listen close to the cold chains
scrapping in the graval.
Causing casading cries of falling leaves
to sing the southern blues skies
lullabies of lonely children who
slept among the branches before.
Singing restfully in peace
humming forgotten childhood hymns.
Aching ageless angels sings
spiritauls of ancient folklore
Of America stories only spoken
among the old backroads leading
to the tired-less trails of those
who walked among the graves.
Under the misty moonlight he stops to
talk to tree and unread tombstones
of the heavens and the earths
who had planted the seeds of slaves.
Who grown wild as a virgin weed
shivering naked and alone
in the darkness of the dawn
lost in the winds. Whispers
The secrets of the lost soul's
tales told of runaway tears
in time-less tunes, the truth
he refused to hear.
Saddened spiritual voices sings
for the lonely of the night
holding their hearts
in the silence of a soul.
Innocent eyes watches the
langages of the leaves
echoing it's passion in prays
along the forgotten roads.
How the day drowns
Into the depth of the darkness
Speaking in silence to shadows
Hiding among the weeping walls
of a personal prison passing
The hours, horror by horror
Surrounding every second by sorrow
Tomorrow the sun may rise
By the honor of the heavens
But the sun will not shine
Into my eyes for my evening
Dies into the day's despair
Along trails of tortured tears
Leading to my loniness
Deafened by the damned screams
Echoing along the corridors of cells
Shakeled souls silently whispering
Psalms to pass the pains away.
I've whispered words
and song in silence
Poems passing through
My dieing dreams
The romance of reality
Hardens my heart
Into a stone of solitude
A soul-less statue
Can not feel compassion
As a sparrow can not sing
My melodies at midnight
For he died at my dawn
Singing my lasting song
Choking upon my last lyric.