Whispers In the Night
Rooms whisper in the night time and
Walls echo back their words,
In syllables as melodious
As the trills of distant birds.
I try to understand them, but
They speak in foreign phrase.
I'm taunted by the sounds of night
And quiet of the days.
When you were here to murmur
Of our true love in my ear,
The walls were blatant listeners
And strained to overhear.
Perhaps they now are speaking of
The way it used to be
When whispers in the nighttime
Were love words for you and me.
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