A whisper upon blackness

     The whispers in the wind are caressing my
ears. Sailing though the cooling night air. So soft
are the ideas that fall here.

      Holding me closer, the darkness smiles upon me
saying hello. The loud voices of the insects clatter
throughout the blue black sky.

      If you sit here listening you would be surprised
of the beauty awaiting your eyesight. Ah how I sit
here shivering but enjoying each silent breath.

     So play me a musical. Refer me to something
grand. Hold tight to the laughter that I have pulled
across the wind for your ears. Sit and listen to the
softness of a husky voice.

     Allow an entrance into the quietness that is
seated at your doorstep. Would you agree to take
the gift?

     Silly I am still shivering. More strongly. Oh I
kneel down in hopes. Stating the awes inside new
memories.

    Now the songs end and the soul, pale as ever, is
craving the warmth. Yet I don't want to enter my
apartment. Soothing the restlessness with thoughts of
tasks I must start once more on the early morn. I
cannot allow them to slip away again.

    Hmm how quirky I am. Seated, perked and
waiting for tiredness to fill me. To finally agree I need
to go inside.

    Just to say a good night into the midnight air. The
darkness stays clear. I hope rest, sleep hits you hard.
Until you become alert of once more around six
a.m. just like me.

    Now smile for me dear friend as blackness does
with caressing white lines. Once more I greet the
blackness and a huge grin kisses my face.

    Good night dear one. Shine and be surprised.
Love and be loved. Hugs to you.