Whispers In the Winds

whispers in the winds Gentle as it may be, ears are enticed upon the stirring of the wind Drops of water spill off aging leaves, falling into the winds stream Faint sparkles of sunlight sneak through the broken clouds Silence is broken by the whispers of the winds in my dream. Awoken by the echoes drawn upon my mind near dawn Darkness nearing to close to bed its goodnight Subtle traces of daylight easing out against the fading stars Willows in the mist seemingly awaken to the touching light. Tones of color unraveling giving image to shapes and style Unclear visions deter the awareness that reality sends Sounds carried by the winds elicit responsiveness to reply but I only whisper to retain my dream in the winds