The words travel softly now for the most part <br />Whispers of long forgotten conversation <br />Howl occasionally along with the north wind <br />Some words are lost forever deep within recesses <br />That are as deep as time and space <br />But time and space meet here <br />For the moment <br />And you will disappear <br />I as I have <br />Into speculation<br /><br />Brian Kilpatrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/into-speculation/
