Blah blah Blah words

Cobwebs thick, paths overgrown with memories grey

and twisted boughs so old and gnarled

they lead the way and whispers call us on.

Shuffling slow through time as thick as mud

not looking back, accept our lot

And knowing, come to die.

For in that place I find you there

and one last time immersed in love

give all I have and know this race is run.

And on the wind and to the stars I’m lifted

To beyond and unto nothing I return

Well lived, well loved, content.

Author: Michael

Husband, dad,(ex)programmer, comic collector and proud Yorkshireman. I have no idea why im here or why im writing but i rather enjoy it. no great fan of punctuation;

6 thoughts on “Whisper”

  1. I’m sure everything is in bloom and green.
    Over here we keep hearing about the damage that Storms Ciara and Dennis have done. I follow a couple of UK bloggers, and both of them showed photos of all the flooding. We are slated to have flooding this Spring for the third Spring in a row – it messed up some walks due to lakeshore flooding the past few years – wearing Wellie-like boots, you sink into the mud while walking or it’s soggy. There is a guy here in Michigan who has this niche job where is is moving people’s homes as the waves are right up to their doorstep for the first time ever. He moves the whole house back 20 feet. I think I’d move a lot more than that, if I was going through that trouble!

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: