Whispers in the Dark

In the stillness of the dark

When all the senses rise toshine

And every nuance of a clear

Subconscious mind is kindlednew,

Every whisper becomes thunder

Echoing from bedroom walls

Of darkened canyons cut byglaciers

A hundred million years ago.

 

No one answers when I call;

Not a soul for miles around;

Just the shadow of the raven

Gliding across canyon floor.

 

I search for you to hear mywhispers,

Long to find your gentlevoice,

Need to feel your heatherhair

Brush gently on my waitingskin.

But senses fail me... noresponse...

Nighttime becomes cold andstark, and

No one's there to quench thisthirst

Or answer whispers in thedark.