Saturday, May 10, 2014


Whispers (1)
Quiet Whispers
In a moment,
A tempo emerges endless.
Souls construct this pause; minutes pass.

It's still now!
Hypnotized into a carnal state,
Frames veiled in water,
Arise to capitulate.

And there are those,
Quiet whispers of tender delight,
As hours pass,
Into the dusk of a moonless night.

And yes!
Yesterday silently slips away,
As memories formed the freshest taste,
And sound commences beginnings of a new day.

Diana Mary Sharpton © 2014

1. Photography.

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