I Can Still Hear Her Whisper

Deserted wharves stayed with the chill,
Empty reflections pulled around shapes
remembered between arm and chest,
Watching a winter’s quiet sunlight.

Distant sounds came with a tide
to rest beside the fresh face, that
enthralled wandering spirit,
Brought home to pace on the docks.

Songs called from the birds,
Howling, waiting, like the past;
Reminders with ever present voice
passing beyond tired horizon.

Visions fade with a coming fear and
memories from words that touched,
In the perfection of brief moments,
Recorded only through words, too short.

i can still hear her whipser


So, what do you think?

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s