Voices

As  I stand where you once  stood with me.
 I see you in a ar distance ,
danceing,smileing laughing .
in the arms of a unknown.
 
Skin , silky and soft , hair flowing ,
wildly  at a  gentle  breeze .
Thoughts travel your mind , where, when,
wht , who.

A soft whisper  can be heard ,
acroos the lands .
Hear me whisper your  name ,
over and pver again .

Hesitantly  ,you stop  to look ,
the  mysterious voice  is not there
Again  you her your name ,
in a soft whisper .

 You stop to  turn  .
 you  stare in a daze
 bewidled, confused .

Then the whisper ,
    Whispers
I am but a whisper  away
           :JDawner

 

rain

as i sit here here alone yet again I know that somewhere whether it is here or there you are somewhere near , I can feel your presence , it strong I know your are Te sun is shining the bird cherpping . Suddenly then is a alm , no sun no birds , the sky is dark balck . Thunder roars throught the air ginat rain forms fast , heavy I try to out run , but there is no way I can run as fsat as you pout down, then as if i hit a brick wall I stop suddenly ,then it came to me the rain that comes down is you , I sense you crying ,I feel you wacthing over me :J Dawner

frost

 Trees all around  leafs cover the floor  my feet dragging as when I was a  kid playing in them making,  trails . Winter is about to settle in , you can feel it in the air . can see your breath, sometimes depending  on the direction of the cool breeze .Gold , yellow, and some  brown  color  leaves . I walk or miles  seems  like this  day will not end . I see  a old stump, perched on top the is a  shade of gree not  quiet able to make haeds or tails of it i continue my walkAir seems to thicken as i wlak slowly I approach  the sump, I lean over to move the fallen leafs, there i see what is the rarest of flowers it beauty   brings a light  sigh  from with in me  true beauty at its rarest . gently I  scoop the  folwer with as much dirt as possible .walking back i try to cover it from the frost setting in , I hurry as fast as I  can , the cool frost  sets into my hands , stopping  for what seemed  a sec , turned out to be the  demize of the rarest flower that i have ever seen  * sigh * J:Dawner

death

Restless night iI  can't sleep  toos turn seems cold her, you can feel the moisture in the air. tatse  stale . not musty but  stale . quietlyI dose off to sleep only to be  woken but the  strong sense of  an armomia that  tickles my nose hair , I have smeeled it before  , but not is  sometyme  my mind races to  find the smell.Again  i drift to  sleep , feltlie a short nap to me but when I had awaoken , I had sen I had sleep  two  days  one night ,as i get to my  feet  I  saunter around in a daze stumble  falling to the floor  there you were  once a guide in my life  , now a lifeless fomr  your body cold and stiff  ,I nudge you and nudge you ,tears form in my eyes  but  there is nothing not a  beath  not a  twich,  you had met the one that needs you more then me  seems that you have  found your fist  * Death :J Dawner

demize

 I stand here  cold and lost , looking to the sky for answers  , but I dont see any , see nothing  but darkness.I  call for the  Angels . there are none to be  found . I just stand  there  I beg you  Angels  come forth   hear my  plea , tonight i  call upon you  .  tonight  a new  Angel  will be  born  their wings  full . a pale look upon their  face , tears flowing form thier eyes  ,  a wound on their  chest ,  trails of blood gathering  before them  , slumped  to  one knee  . hundreds  of Angels try  despitly  to  get him to  raise ,  but it  is to late , frozen to the earths ground , frost  settled upon them , a note pinned  to their  chest. TAKE ME FOR I AM   no more  :J Dawner

sky

 night  after night  ,I find myself  sitting her  with pen in hand  ,  tonight it is  no different .  I sit here and think . as i  write  but the 1 that  I ,ve never  written  about  iis the turest of beauty herself  .  She lays  there dorment not a sound  does she utter ,we all  take in her  beauty  from twinkling, to the ain  she is  dorment , she  shines . She can be dark  the rarest of all as she speaks  with silents  never will she be heard ,  but i  sit below her, as she  sit  high above , tonight i  owe  my pen to   sky  :J Dawner

pen

  places his  pen on the ground next to him , looks acrros the field to  where she  stands , stroles to her, knowning not long he shall hold her in his arms kiss the lips of misture her pocesses,  her warmth  felt between the two of them  , holding hands as they walk simotaniously to where he  was sat   together  they  bend to retreave his pen , he stops  but to stare long into her eyes , whispers to her  * take this journey with me *  you are my mystery dream :J Dawner