I am the Whisper of my Name.

Here lie new beginnings, new words,
New songs to the dance unheard
Always know that I cared.

Sanctuary – Palace – Empires fallen
All for the glory, all for the story of man
To those that can and do
To those that dream
Of more than just a silver screen
To vent their blues away.

What has become of me?
An angel in a devils guise?
Never a surprise to anyone but myself

I am the memory of summers past. Here I am.
I am the love which eternal shall last
I am the sun, the moon and the rain
I am the whisper of my name.

poem by David Lacey
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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