That Look on Your Face…

I Do not Fear The inevitable I Do not Fear Change It makes No Difference To Fear the Reaper When you Yourself Are feeling misplaced I do Fear, however, That inevitable day When I no longer remember That look On your face  

A Whisper of Love, A Whisper of Hate

One voice spoke in a whisper of love while another spoke in a whisper of hate. The love was soft, endearing and ultimately quiet. The hate was rigid, demeaning and ultimately booming. They spoke over one another, weaved into each other, cut deep through each other. They floated on the ends of a large metal scale. Shifting…