13 verses of a secret
softly a whisper
sounds its way
through a glass
on the other side
broken dreams
awaken
once falls the fever
dust fly about
sparkling the air
misguided little specs
each land
on a follicle
freeing itself
a rustle in the wind
begins to speak
accounting
what was held
within
astounding all
including self
the whisper listens
intent on conveying
each uttered sound
as soft as can be
mingled with the breeze
populated in echoes
silence sustains
finding its mark
unrequested
the secret unfolds
whispered words
a tingled heart
ahhh lasss…
