the exhalation of emotion,
a melody flowing between moments
seeping upon the edges of consciousness,
like a scent rides upon memory.
the truth lingering in the quietness,
born in fragments of a nursery rhyme;
a loneliness drifting upon a summer breeze,
searching for the fond days you no longer remember.
all echoes of the same song
the handprint that shaped the dream,
a whisper providing purpose to existence,
the rhythm that creates a world.
time before words,
it was the language of the ocean,
hope rippling on the endless horizon,
a voice that was longing to be heard.
ancestors called it whale song,
the birthplace of your innocence,
the sound of a broken heart,
the tragedy that welcomes love
hope which nourishes the fantasy.
conceived on this sea of poetry,
the truth born into the silence,
a lyrical dream of an ancient leviathan
whose longing created the world.
formed not in seven days,
but in seven bars of the dreamer’s song
and carved out of a moment in eternity;
formed upon a heartbeat,
the tear that washed into an ocean,
anguish that gave breath to the winds.
created to be the voice,
the dream understanding the solitude,
born to ask the questions
alluding to reason and avoiding fallacy of words.
in the depths of our uncertainty,
the serenity never found in youth,
a generosity realized in the sorrow of song
the unsettling stillness, as you’re about to feel,
the universal whisper yearning to know
Why am I alone?
Chris Collingwood was born and raised in Sydney, Australia. He completed university in Sydney and graduated with a degree in business studies. Chris has devoted his spare time to writing, with works published in Outposts of Beyond, Illumen, Neo-Opsis, Not One of Us, Empty Silos (Inwood Indiana Book), Fantastical Savannahs and Jungles Anthology (Rogue Planet) and various works as part of Oz Poetic Society.
Editor’s Note: Editor’s Note: We opened the sequence of poems with a dream and a weighty question. And we close with a dream and another question. The inner space that is suggested in the poem sent me to the depths of the ocean instead of the far reaches of outer space. The artistic illustration called “Whale Song” (SpaceFrog designs) visually connotes a dance to a whale song, a whale dream.