writing Whispers (Lullabies: Part 3)

[Pan the Fabulous Ferret 2,642]

Another month goes by

And by the words I swore, I shall share

 

Into anniversary of all occasions, and other such days

Upon burdened fellows whose hearts are not aligned

Of a spirit about to break, and with so much time to spare

 

Whisper to me dearest angels, spirits, or whatever floats my way

Whisper unto my ears of a melody which soothes the greatest tragedy

My sweet, your sweet, our lovely lullaby

Long to  the point I have made such a song

Of this, to there, and forever in between

Unto all the days I find myself wanting, I care no longer

 

So I beg, plead, in my distraught company demand your whisper

The serenade which will allow me to forgive myself

I, the only one left to forgiven

For my sake, and that of yours which may or may or exist

 

Serenade me with melancholy memories which I made myself

Soothe me with no comfort other than the falsehood I bear

Allow me to realize that those joys were once, and no more

 

Whisper to me, my dearest angels, spirits, demons, devils, saints, and sinners

Whisper the words of her bittersweet lullaby

 

-David Favret

Edited May 1, 2013 by Towel Ninja