"Her Eternal Whisper"

In the crispy night air, a cool breeze caresses the stars, woods, and mist
So I stand amidst the roar of rustling leaves, embracing the song within,
Words I writ that reminisce, the hot collision of your kiss,
Words I wish to sing in bliss-and through the echoes your name re-sounds itself
And in the coursing wind, my body crisps, breaks, then I shatter, myself,
…pieces of me still linger.

I feel the heavens creep my fingers, releasing each star back to the sky,
In a flit they fly so high, the distance overwhelms itself around me
And to be awed by the immensity of it all, grieves my guard unravelled,
Just so the falling leaves comfort me like an angel, brushing wings against my cheeks
And yet I weep-I weep in the loneliness you have left me to travel,
…the echoes still re-sound your name.

And though another now sings you praise in verse or poetic virtue,
Why give him thanks?-when he only recreates what he already sees in you
And without trace or clue, I pass this way unbounded as a traveller might,
With only the silence of rustling leaves to answer my lonely calls
So thank you anyway for the love song-won't anyone sing with me tonight?
…the tears in my eyes, says it all.