Monday, January 6, 2014

The Whispering

The leaves
At yawning days
Cold breath
And whispered
As they shook

The rose
Tight budded
Over came her fear
Stretched a petal
And whispered
As she uncurled

The light
Sensitive to its own
Illumination, took time
To adjust to its brightness
And whispered
While it waited

And I stirring
Among tousled sheets
Try to embrace
Misty scraps
Whisperings of
Disappearing dreams

The whispering
Still comes to me
Its echo is within me
Is it me calling you?
Perhaps it’s you calling me

A Love which has no name


  1. Replies
    1. Thank you Joseph. I trust 2014 will be a great year for you. Warm Regards

  2. Filled with wistfulness ... Happy New Year David. May 2014 see all your dreams ocme true :-)

    1. Thank you Yolanda, I trust 2014 will be a rich year for you, rich in laughter, in joy and in contentment. David