Have you been a victim of the sound of whispering leaves?

Foundation.

Has the judgement from others ever ruined one of your relationships?

Here's a lament to lost love, a pure romantic emotion which can sometimes be betrayed by external forces.

Philosophical, abound with rousing metaphors. Supernatural and natural imagery.

Have you been a victim of the sound of whispering leaves?

Title.

Psithurimos

(A lone voice whispers)

Even though we sadly parted like the Red Sea

Once did

Chased by the lies of the ever-growing establishment

Incarnations of Pharaoh's guards who always interfered

Dressed in black and white disguises

But in this, half silence

Filled with sacred tears

And broken-hearted by sweet memories

Apart now forever in this growing cold and sad words filled with such violence 

Where memories ghosts roam, as one gets old

I can still see all of you, looking so beautiful

By that fast-flowing river

In Sacramento 

Walking in peace and serenity, like the night itself

Effortless, seductive and so graceful

That even Mother Moon seemed to shine even brighter and smile

But all the while, The Dark, half hidden out of sight

Created by chancers

Worked in secret, day, and night

To take away, bit by bit

By metastasis

My only hope of eternal bliss and that's why now

All I can do is treasure, that last memory of you

Walking in daylight, by that river in Sacramento

For it still brings me such salvation and a form of peace

For even though now you've been released by the high priest called Gossip

My eternal love for you will never cease but explode like a New Year's Eve fire work

Regardless if it's day or night 

South by South east 

Of a beautiful lady I once worshipped 

Until she too succumbed to the wild beast 

Called Psithurimos 

The whispering sound of the wind among leaves, from some of life's happiness thieves 

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Copyright John Duffy 

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