whispers ring.

the motions move in a quieter mood,
their achors hold them steady,
when the willows weep over flowing streams,
their thought and word are ready.
three parts of two call ever onward,
the ebb and flow of time,
the wicked hands of watchers answered,
ascension before the chime.
revolutions which come and go before,
set fire to the rise and fall,
always always untoward beckons,
the ending and beginning of all.
how many faces have changed till now,
the instant long forgot,
weathered wanderer wonderer whether.
the answer all begot.
an eye in eye sees all only after,
with imagination besotted,
though mind a mind a yearn a year,
to a dozen months allotted,
however stars should choose to see us,
in station so far below,
misery and loneliness led to the bias,
for upward gazes so little do show,
human thought collectively called,
a consciousness created
reponses slower a faux fevered pitch,
sadness is found depressively elated,
eternity to infinity is quickened at last,
to flit and fly in confidence do matter,
death and oblivion darken the moment,
but light always shines brighter,
many the call so few have answered,
the harder the task does seem,
to open hearts or tear them asunder,
ofttimes fear destroys the dreams,
recant recant the wary ways,
and in the silence it all concludes,
the petty creeping of motions true,
and still in a quiter mood, they move.