The Whispering Moon
Whispering,
the glistening moon calls to me
Softly caressing my worn out soul
Sleepy in it's quest
to slip by
silently, unheard
Feeling my restless light,
enticing me
Hear the whispering night
softly alluring
lulling sweetly, it's gentle glow
Burdened thoughts surrender
calmly, silently go
Abyss of darkness, creeps
faintly drifting in
Hush my withered soul
soothe my being
A whisper
distantly touching my spirit
gently, peacefully taken.
The whispering moon
quietly embraces me
unheard, at peace
I am.
Silence.
Copyright © Okanagan Bell | Year Posted 2016
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