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Whispers of Heaven

Sound breaks the barrier and it shatters the nerves with overwhelming sensations of excitement, of truth, of happiness and of the sweetest song in the world made instant and without delay.

Where the synapses explode at the overload, coursing with a series of emotions that spell out words that find no space between them. And no space but the distance between and the day of night into the sun's yawning dusk by a moonlight candle.

Seconds go as minutes come and hours stay lingering, hanging on by a moment. Moments which pass so fast and yet beautifully slow. Standing still and rushing blindly into the fever sweat of knowing that this and everything will be right. Everything is right.

Brightness beckons from the canals, listening into the song as the breath takes a short and steady. Never quite whole of itself, cutting a swift exhalation as it leaves so little to hold back. Nothing is as it will ever be. Never again.

Lying awake.
Thinking.
Dreaming.
Listening.

Waiting for the day.

Soon Van - Sunday, March 25, 2007 - 10:54

 
 
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