Whisper to me those voices of the night
The ones that cool the soul and feed the breeze
And make words come alive
As leaves in the wind tempt their fate
Can grass that grows tall
Fuel love amongst willow trees
Moonlit like swampy marshes on spooky nights
Deep within the voodoo’s glare
What would you say to me
As we walked along streets at night
Lost in lust and thinking of love
Breaking through sheets of glass
That shatter, never ending grasping
At straws for real life
Stuck beneath the surface without such a voice!
Into my ear where hearing is best
Make out the future we wish for in rhythmic charm
Make the shadows that glare
From recesses of lost thoughts
Forgotten by whirlwinds that creep into corners
Make me dream of that which is now spoken
Make the dearest thoughts flow forth
Like rivers in spring
Make my fever spill forth with such fervor
As to set forth a blaze in the dead of night
Make grass bend and sway
In cool winds of night
Tell me to stay and I’ll forget tomorrow
With words that sound so sweet
Wafting through the air like sounds of night
Pleasing to even the most strayed of beasts
Settling random thoughts of chaos
Honoring un-riddled history of Gods
Playing pipes of the last crowned mistresses
And forgetting no last champion sitting proud at the feast
This and all that was left in a whisper
A cloud of thought that formed from sound
A clarity of pressures that erupted from the invitation
A dance with the softest of moves