(Requiem)


I learned to say your name again, with two vowels again…

I heard the soprano whispers coming from deep into the stage, what a world they created! Like some mystical chatter coming from a cave; relentless whispers… would they stop? How riveting, and ceaseless… like little fairies moving in the darkness… “O la mortelle injure… et c’est toujours de même, et c’est ainsi toujours”… I know every inflection in their voice now, I know all their cadences, and look for them to.. fall.

And I fall.

I heard your name again on the news today, and I learned to say it again… with two vowels.. the ‘I’ took me down a fall, and then the ‘A’ elevated me to heaven… I giggled like a child on a rollercoaster ride. What a strange name you’ve got!

The whispers… I love the way they say their ‘S’s! like the rustling of dead leaves… (SSSsss) is that what they’ve become again? dead? I know they go to Limbo if they died elsewhere.. or to heaven… in you they go whisper in the dark. They haunt the living for eternity.. as they always have… perhaps that’s why hearts flutter when hearing tender whispers in the dark… and what’s better than carrying innocent laughter in your heart…

I love your children as they die…
you give them fairy wings,
elf ears and send them whisper in the dark…
and all I hear from your side
is the ever fading sound
of a playground…