wailing [wall]

petty words from tongues
seep though the walls of stone, earth, and mud
keeping the whispers, the mute eavesdropper
hears without listening

dew trickles from each crease
-the bosom of bitter secrecy-
silver drops of an untold story
the dream of a star through the eye of a brick

the sands of time cover the fissures
and lay unseen to the heavenly bodies
until the hands of the wind sweep
the sends the grains flying off to the heavens

left naked, cold, and deeper than before
crevices moan along the songs of midnight
silent verses of an untold story
the dream of a star through the eye of a brick

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~ by saikow on May 8, 2007.

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