10 March 2013
This poem was inspired a while back by a poem by #Blueblotts, who has since vanished from the Opussing world.
I am the echo of things long gone The words that you whispered when you thought no one heard The sounds that you made when you slept in your bed The voices that sing you to sleep in your head. I am the shadow of days in the past The leavings of stories that brought you to life The trails of the journeys that you walked alone The marks on the paths that brought you back home. I am the writings of the saints in your mind The words of the prophets who taught you the truth The songs of pariahs as they rose from the grave The praise of the master and curse of the slave. I am the wind that breathed life in your dust The sound of the chimes that swung in your heart The scent of the breeze that danced in your lungs The taste of the music that tickled your tongue I am the vision of times not yet seen The glimpse of the things you don't want to know The sight of a time filled with weapons of grace The glance at the future of the great human race.
For I'm the reflection of what you don't show And I am the echo of things you don't know.
What Isn't • Opuss № I