Moonlit Whispers  

Do you hear the whispers 
echoing on the midnight air 
drifting like a dancer
slithering on a sultry breeze, 
weaving and arching 
to the music of unseen strings;
fingers twirling through your hair
sending shivers through you
as she bends to your ear
with veils afloat in the wind  
and whispers —

Whispers that echo
like the call of the loon 
on a lonely moonlit lake 
and travel on the chill of the air 
spiralling upward to the stars
and fanning over treetops
to settle on slumbering ears
like raindrops 
trickling over heated skin 
to whisper —

Whispers that ride the shadow 
that slowly slides around the moon
night after night,
pulling tides of oceans
and hearts,
with ribbons of the finest ivory silk 
knotted with the silver 
of starlight,
trailing gently on the breeze
to slide across trembling lips
with the faintest breath
of whispers —

Whispers of a love so timeless
that it rides the breeze
around the world and back again
on the tail of the sun 
and never falters.



june 2005
©Janet Reid




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