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Alone
in the quiet
Darkness of night
Things can be heard
Only when there's no light.
Sounds seem to travel
To a distance unknown
If heard are we then
Really truly alone?
Does the deafening loudness
Of quiet ring true?
Are the whispers in the dark
Me? or maybe, You?
The whispers I hear
That are loud in my head
I believe that they're coming
From the world of the dead.
Unfinished business
They feel they've left here
Few can understand the whispers
So loud in my ear.
To pay heed takes courage
And a good, strong attention
Love, understanding
Empathy and affection.
Overwhelming? At times!
But you see it's my gift!
If night were void of the voices
My head would not lift!
Mine ears would be vacant
Of tales from the past
Then alone in the darkness
I would be, truly, at last.
I am but a whisper
In the vast ocean of time
Each molecule of seawater
Another whisper like mine.
Some say I'm crazy, insane!
Want the truth?
I'm gifted! I know!
I was a witch in my youth!
Untapped wisdom and knowledge
Are within my being
I know and understand and have
Acceptance without seeing
To accept without question
Things we hear but cannot see
This is surely the meaning
Of what it means 'To Be'
Dedicated to: Patty Smith
Murdered August 26th 2005
Patty, your quiet laugh will
be with us always...
See you there.
Mindy
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