Sharing Whispers

so it is that words fade into actions voices stilled by beauty’s endless moment frozen in the midst of warring factions to melt into a perfume teared lament sunrise will clear the air of its madness dust motes dance happily upon its beams moments pass slowly into memory memories fade softly into dreams so it is that love reclaims its passion separates the words as “wheat from chaff” using one to reignite the other together knowing love is but a craft slow mastered with each brushstroke, word, or note sharing whispers the Bard would surely quote John G. Lawless ©11/7/2022