Sharing Whispers
so it is that words fade into actions
voices stilled by beauty’s endless moment
frozen in the midst of warring factions
to melt into a perfume teared lament
sunrise will clear the air of its madness
dust motes dance happily upon its beams
moments pass slowly into memory
memories fade softly into dreams
so it is that love reclaims its passion
separates the words as “wheat from chaff”
using one to reignite the other
together knowing love is but a craft
slow mastered with each brushstroke, word, or note
sharing whispers the Bard would surely quote
John G. Lawless
©11/7/2022
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