Murmurs from the other side

Do you not hear the whispers across this side of existence?

Little babies knocking to be in presence

Innocent wisps in peaceful calm,

Then provoked to sudden excitement in agitated alarm

Do you not hear the tremors, of a fleeting human essence?

Frail old men in agony or complacence -

Aging stars of a growing dusk

Wistful thoughts, mellowing words that were once brusque

Do you not hear the silent groans, voices of a surreal presence?

Abandoned souls in the brink of evanescence

Grabbing in urgent appeal

Mind and body stretched, the soul in its mortal struggle

Pleasing art the innocence, and tiring, the constant attendance

Yet gentle blow the songs of appeal to the human conscience

Let us reach out in assistance

To these hovering spirits flitting in an ethereal space