Whispers of Love and Poetry



So-soft and surreal, silver liquid moon-drops

tickled the darkened sky… clouds laughed

a trilling melody that soothed my soul;



Alone I sat

amid the parsley and sage

last of the marigolds

hung their weary heads…

… the hour was late

and silent was my corner of the world…



Thoughts danced on moonbeams and dreams-

- slow-danced

to the haunting music of my heart

as I watched, stars wept

for the purity of love…



… why do you love… … … … me

he once asked-

- because to NoT love you

simply cannot be…



Silhouetted bat, night-messenger-of"the-sky

whose secrets do you carry on by

whose confidences were whispered on the breeze

can you carry a message for me….?



But the bat swept on in his night-long-flight

paused not in the rose-scented-night

and so I wove within the breeze

whispers of love and poetry.



Perhaps… those who need to hear it… will.


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Poetry and Art Sharonlee©22-Jul-13