Whisper soft a secret song,
Held in a heart so strong.
A glimmer beats ever so light,
A melody that extinguishes night.
Tis not an ode writ on stone,
But one heeds this gentle tone.
How you ask, if not is writ,
Words naught script on paper lit.
Nestled sweet a solemn poem,
Nevermore changing, always home.
On gossamer descent from above,
The gentle refrain of heaven's love.