Whisper
By roybar
Mon, 13 Sep 2004
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WHISPER
A whisper soft on autumns' wing
drifts and flutters
moves invisible thru' the air
touching everything and nothing
passing, caught not on branches
but in minds and memories
telling of winter tide,
of natures' sleep,
of need to rest.
But the whisper begs
be bold, it sighs,
it shall never rest or sleep,
no need for it remains always,
I can hear it only inside
and I close my eyes to see
the whisper is beauty,
untouched perfection,
an angel.
She knows of me
her voice tells me so,
a serenity that soothes
flowing thru' and around
comforting me and filling me
with a profound sense of peace
and a warmth fulfilling
A whisper that shouts love
in all my times of need
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