WHISPERS (1)

Again, when I travelled through time,
Exchanging peace for garments of nocturnal pain,
Attempting to relive all happy moments stinging my calvary,
A stop and quick pause, waiting to bathe in a new rain.

A different path I chose, a new flesh I became,
I sat on still waters until my ego turned to rust,
Sorry leaves I birthed, my prideful feet now foreign- lame,
The universe reviving, the earth spitting another kind of dust.

Again, when I travelled through time,
To correct those feelings that poured through my lips,
My name revolving on a new wheel, leaving the past without a dime,
And though I burned a new fire, love never came,
My song sang rigid, my heart poured stone