Faded

In the sunlight
I feel compelled
To tell you how I feel
But speak too softly
To be considered more than inaudible.

While stirring voices whirl my aching head
I pull from the confusion of life
And focus on only the things that matter.
Whirring winds and uncovered subtleties
That were once hidden
Are brought to the surface of my faded soul.

©2003 Joe Jenkins