In the town alone, he moves
he listens
his foot steps as quiet as rain drops
so beautiful but so pale
He moves like the wind
so quiet not to make a sound
He stops, listens but hears nothing
He stands in the path of the moon
huge, alone
the moon shows his
beautiful, pale face
He hears it
he hears his name
in whispers,
He listens carefully
and finds it
He follows the beautiful sound,
the name his name and his soul
his friend for life
She calls his name in whispers
so many times
its like a song for him
He walks faster,
faster,
faster
until he starts to run
He runs like an angel,
a lost spirit
He stops one last time
and listens
he hears it again
not far away
he finds were,
the sound is coming from
he find her
They hold hands
and there bodies dance
around like spirits
they float
in the light of the moon
She whispers his name
so freely,
so gracefully,
so peaceful,
soft and calm
he closes his eyes
he goes
into a deep sleep
as if never to wake again
still hearing her whispers
he starts to cry
His tears
like rain drops
glistening, shining
like diamonds on his cheeks
so elagent,
and graceful it shines
So peaceful
all goes quiet
the whispering
the crying
Found the next
smiling
next to his love
he's gone
never to be whispered to
again.
samantha cassidy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-calls-his-names-in-whispers/
