Our whispers in quiet moments

Those which drift on the breeze

Echoed in time forever

To places never seen

If we could reach out into that abyss

Tracing the untold waves of conversations broached

Would we find those echoes of love

Would we find those echoes of hate

Once uttered from the mouth

Will the word ever cease

Will the love it supports or hate it inspires

Float away like a wispy cloud caught in the hard sun

Words oft times come forth without thought

Words so barbed and sharper then razors

Words of passions best left to sunder

Words of criticism

As we drift out through the void following the embers of words long forgotten

Will we find a pattern to the chaos

Will we find the assurances given to those in need

Will we find hated to those that never deserved

When a single tear falls into the ocean

Will the affects of such tiny a ripple reach a distant shore

When a single word blasted out in anger touches a heart

Will the affects stay long after silence fills the air

Amazed we stand as Gods to the world below

Feeling the vibrations of the verbal blows

How sad it seems

To posses such power and raw emotion

Yet it falls to uncaring minds

When you speak

Do the ears of the word one favor

Lighten the burden of the wind

Speak of love and life

Then all shall grow and climb from the hells self-created

Dave.8/1/00