The pebbles on that beach
have spoken of our story
since the day
we lay in a sweet embrace,
watching the heavens
from that seemingly peaceful place.
They have whispered to the waters,
muttered to space, they murmured
of our love
excitedly
to the clouds that chase.
They resonate with the air,
the waves and the sea.
They let the words drift
wistfully into worlds
beyond the one
that our meagre eyes can see.
Where they land
crushed under the sounds
of grinding sand.
The hourglass of time
chiming as the sands
slowly trickle down.
They floated across countries,
over continents,
into the ozone. Our words
growing in the greenhouse
zone of earth.
Where they mimic
the tones of the wild,
they blend into the wind,
but underneath the breath of the world,
there sits another sound.
Still, almost silent.
Hidden for now.
It bides its time,
it sees the sun
rise and fall.
It awaits.
It listens
to the clock
ticking our fates.
It waits.
Knowing that soon
for us all
it will be too late.
It is learning,
listening
letting the words
churn inside,
knowing that
to survive it will need
to blend into our lives.
Become one with our voice,
infiltrate every sound,
every noise,
for the hum knows
it has no choice.
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
