Once heard,
Soon forgotten,
Once dreamt,
But now lost,
Among shadows,
And echoing walls,
Dimly lit windows,
In oversized halls,
The silence speaks;
But I am deaf,
And yet, among the creaks,
The whisper, from the depths;
I find the word,
Once more,
Still hidden,
Once planted,
Still growing,
In the darkness,
Still waiting,
To burst into light,
And life.
© P Edwards Feb 2015
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