Endless Conversations

There’s more to say, so much to tell
I want to talk with you for long, long hours,
for long, long days,
for long, long years,
for long, long lives beyond this one.

The only joy that fills my soul
is knowing you still listen,
and I can still speak
I never want to stop,
not even for a breath,
not even for a heartbeat.

Yet now my mouth is still,
my voice has turned to silence.
Words no longer pass my lips
only my soul speaks to you,
in endless, gentle whispers
neither the world nor you will never hear.

Whispers of the Soul

 I wake at night, unknown, unheard
some soul keeps me awake.

Do souls truly whisper in this world?
Or is it just the wind that aches?

Is there one who thinks of me,
beyond this veil of breath and bone?
Souls, do they exist, or fade unseen?
Confusion hums, yet I’m not alone.

For somewhere deep, a smile begins,
as if a soul has found its twin.
Each silent moment speaks with you,
each heartbeat hums the same refrain.

I feel you near, though far you seem,
the one I speak to in my dreams.
My endless talks, both soft and true 
my soul forever speaks with you.

Broken

Broken so many times I lost the count.
Shattered, yet still I stood,
watching the world undo me piece by piece.

They broke me
and the one I hoped would bring color,
came only when the night had swallowed all light.

Now silence fills my days,
no words left to speak,
no questions left to ask
just the quiet end
of what once was life.