Nephele99

I sigh. In quiet numbness my ears hear the fall Of gentle, violent notes that grieve and scream, And plead for one more touch or one more song Of life, to wake from their cruel, sleepless dream. Yet none will heed their call. It comes, The rising feeling, the sweet sinking dread Of being seen by all and by the few. And I start closing eyes, shivering still, As now it's come to pass, I feel my cue, Hoping my heart has fled. I cry. In gentle, wrecking sobs I plead my guilt Of all that I have spent and lost in vain And beg forgiveness, ask for life, for hope, Counting on fingers sins that bring deep pain. Making me yield. There lies, Upon the hall of greats and of the small, The song. The steady rhythm of the heart That was. And is again beating for Him, In lovely notes. Thus, even the small shard Returns to all.