Whispered in the Dark

he comes when the hush of midnight falls slipping through walls like a sigh in the air his touch is the ghost of forgotten calls fingers of frost in the silk of her hair he kneels where the candle’s shadow sways his breath like a whisper that never fades he murmurs her name in the hush of the haze his voice dripping sorrow that time never trades her lashes tremble, her lips part slight though she dreams, she knows he’s near his hands trace memories spun of light soft as the echoes she aches to hear his fingers graze her tear-streaked skin she turns to the warmth that will never stay but the dawn is cruel, it calls him in and steals him from her, a wraith in the gray