In late afternoon words started to form, gently prompted by Muse. Letting you decide how well this works.
Whispers Calling - 08 Jan 13
Whispers from an ancient land
Æons old
An æon ago
Whispers calling
Asking to be heard
Return beloved
Come back and we
Can play again
On the shores
Along the strand
Night
Stars pick out our dreams
Blur the edges of the day
Shine sweetly in our
Smiles
The ancient land
Once again shall see us dance
Hear our laughter
As we whisper to our dreams
In the night
I thank Muse for her inspiratioin.
this is magical! the ancient land lonely for the sound of laughter...
ReplyDeletebeautiful, Ainsley!
Beautiful comment dani ♥ thank you.
DeleteYou see more clearly the image in the poem than I did when writing it.
♥