Listening to every heart
Listen to the softness of a whisper ~
cushioned by your lips,
close to my ear.
Ecstacy fills my heart,
rising it high on my mind,
blanketing all other thoughts.
Trees bending slightly under the push
from the breath of a pagen god of long ago...
it too whispers to me...
but not the same words.
For does a wisp of breeze
have a meaning for I?
The faded smell of lost perfume and roses
still lingers silently.
The whisper is still there, as are memories
youíve given me. The wonderment of you
never ceases, canít die, always lives.
Whisper once more words that will not stay,
but silently be remembered
like a pagan godís.
29 September, 1999
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
[This message has been edited by Sunshine (edited 09-30-1999).]