Whispers

Whispers

I see the blues on honeyed mountains

as light manipulates my muse,

Beyond, such restful-peaceful motion

are oiled and lifting scenic views,

Languish within this painting’s fineries

where music and the setting fuse,

Mind blows blousely like wild confetti

dances merrily in angel’s shoes.

Soft turquoise be the water’s colour

alluring in the ripple’s glow,

And I, just sitting midst our whispers

of times we spent, so long ago,

Asking all those searching questions

the answers you already know,

I hear your soft voice speak close by me,

love you always, whispers-blow.

Sky and time has mellowed heartache

As paints and words have helped life be,

Accepting that our worlds are different

Through clouds your place is heavenly,

I touch your soul in prayer each morning

Feel your grace come shine on me,

Our whispers sing our song together

on honeyed mountains by the sea.

copyright MCB