Whisper of Your Soul

Whisper Of Your Soul (Soul Listens On A Whisper) Murmurs soft are sensed, mimic nature, diaphanous clouds spread wide Settle softer than a translucent butterfly on spring light snow It is the moon flirting in ebullience, fog rising on a thin film on winds side Lifting skirts or is it veils? Unknown in this muted light of whispers glow Mist rolls across the bog, pulls along reluctant virgin night By golden glow, that holds the sky in humble hush, abeyance in a trance Tracking down the birth of morning, bursting full of light Barely able to mutter the words, “the light of day”, the endless dance You feel the vibrant tones, fold over meadows as you go A vestigial tiny vessel of a virgin’s secret opens here Chasing dark away along the marsh with pounding heart to know The open glen is near, fills up in brilliant colors clear Soft luscious sounds fall silent on the morning air and then Listen, it whispers on the minutia of the moment something true Holds on to quiet in the silent glen Waiting on a whisper Imbued with truth, soft thoughts of you Created on 12/16/14 for “Whisper Of Your Soul” Poetry Contest Sponsored by Gail Angel Doyle