...a Word Whisperer's chapter chronicling the Diary of the Falling Dominoes
He Needed to Know...
Waking up... from a startling dream,
the sweat soaked sheets were cold
as the frosty autumn of his life.
Staring at the ceiling,
with eyes wide open,
varying subtle tones of light
filtered through the tree branches
by way of the open window.
Each moment’s hue flickered
as the clouds opened and closed the night sky
like the blink of an eye;
each wink of azure allowing the moonlight
to come shining through
He felt an undeniable obsession
with the bittersweet reverie
of such a poignant awakening ...
Constantly sifting through
the mind's dust and ashes
searching for the clues and missing pieces.
He needed to know there was a reason
to believe his life was not lived in vain...
Those countless years of feeling he never belonged,
haunted the empty space on the sheets beside him
on this darkest of lonesome nights.
Oh… he was certain, in the very deepest depths
of the heart of his soul
... he had loved infinitely,
throughout the many changing seasons of his life.
He needed to know that the unrequited love
he had felt was not just a reflection
revealing the tender love shared
from the depths of his hopelessly lonely heart ...
Walking a lifetime of miles on his own
did not come without paying the price of freedom.
Solitude is a bitter pill to swallow at the end of the day.
Now he felt the wanderlust
of the long and twisting pathway
had lead into an absolute corner,
as a sobering loneliness
evolved into an ultimate revelation ...
With his back against the wall
the past loomed large behind him,
His life flashed before him.
Tears of trepidation overwhelmed
as the threads of a life’s tapestry
unraveled before his mind’s eye.
The only dream he ever feared
was to walk alone
at that predestined parting moment ...
Dropping to his knees ...
Never needing to know how to say goodbye …
Waking up... from a startling dream,
the sweat soaked sheets were cold
as the frosty autumn of his life.
Staring at the ceiling,
with eyes wide open,
varying subtle tones of light
filtered through the tree branches
by way of the open window.
Each moment’s hue flickered
as the clouds opened and closed the night sky
like the blink of an eye;
each wink of azure allowing the moonlight
each wink of azure allowing the moonlight
to come shining through
He felt an undeniable obsession
with the bittersweet reverie
of such a poignant awakening ...
Constantly sifting through
the mind's dust and ashes
searching for the clues and missing pieces.
He needed to know there was a reason
to believe his life was not lived in vain...
Those countless years of feeling he never belonged,
haunted the empty space on the sheets beside him
on this darkest of lonesome nights.
Oh… he was certain, in the very deepest depths
of the heart of his soul
... he had loved infinitely,
throughout the many changing seasons of his life.
He needed to know that the unrequited love
he had felt was not just a reflection
revealing the tender love shared
from the depths of his hopelessly lonely heart ...
Walking a lifetime of miles on his own
did not come without paying the price of freedom.
Solitude is a bitter pill to swallow at the end of the day.
Now he felt the wanderlust
of the long and twisting pathway
of the long and twisting pathway
had lead into an absolute corner,
as a sobering loneliness
evolved into an ultimate revelation ...
With his back against the wall
the past loomed large behind him,
His life flashed before him.
Tears of trepidation overwhelmed
as the threads of a life’s tapestry
unraveled before his mind’s eye.
The only dream he ever feared
was to walk alone
at that predestined parting moment ...
Dropping to his knees ...
Never needing to know how to say goodbye …
