i speak whispers . . .

i speak whispers

i spoke whispers to your heart

did you hear me

did you feel the soft gentle breeze

my presence of soul

as i walked by

many times i have visited

upon your heart

and the light was not on

for me

so i left a candle

for you in my heart’s chamber

hoping that one day

you would come

and provide the spark

i so desired in our communion

i paraded sassily

demonstratively

hoping you would see

my brazen cry

for your attention

but you offered me no movement

nor did you blink

for i was invisible to you

like that candle

i have here in my heart

for you

and yet

i am still whispering your name

in the place where dreams come to bathe

that they may rinse away the soiled thorns

that prick at their skin

hoping to deflate their aspirations

and infect them with a darkness

yes i whisper my hopes

into your past

that now becomes the time

that we eat the fruit

and you take heed

of the sweetness

i offer you

i speak whispers

© 9 July 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

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