Friday, March 20, 2009

"Silent Whispers"

As your hand rests within
So does a part of you
Reside within my heart
An inner voice resounds
Yet there is no movement
Your frail body succumbs
For I am here by your side
Cursing myself for not coming sooner
Hundreds of miles away
Your whisper did not reach me
I am starved much the same
Sweat pours from my brow
The taste of salt is upon my lips
My spirit is beaten down
Hunger within restless as it is
Until I rested myself at your side

© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved


YICA said...

You get so much writing done in such a short time. It's quite amazing. This one got to me. Where do your photos come from?

Moses said...

I do alot of searching for my images.
Sometimes going through dozens before finding one that I can associate with.The image in its raw appearance-I have to experience an instant connection in order to be able to relate to it.