your words remain unheard
though i know your heart is full
the sky calls us all like birds
we don't escape its pull
but late last night amid a dream
a proffered hand with thistle
how i miss your silken voice
a spirit start, a whistle
to which i e'er rejoice
these dark demeaning days
pestilent and real
to whistles we align our ways
in shadows we e'er steal
fleeting hours of meaning
but the source is always you
belief in every moment seeming
to conjure joy from blue
you don't know how lost you are
but i can tell you true
you are firmament's brightest star
if you believe in you
early morning guns resound
the world is put asunder
in whistle tones the truth abounds
your grace and subtle wonder
journey far away from me
if that is what you need
to your whistle's eloqui
i'll forever bleed
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