Song Of Gentle Whispers

Song Of Gentle Whispers

Your fire burns
like the morning star,
beneath the moon
like fog you drift.

Where my friend was our last embrace,
our last laugh, our last song?

It's every time you close your eyes.

I fear our feet won't cross the path.
Do you now fear my crying lament?

Fear is forgotten where I dwell now.

Your memories lay dense like an ancient Forest.
Through the whispering trees do you hear my song?

In the crisp of the breeze I sing along.

Darkness owns the heart of the night.
How can I find my one true friend?

Let the brightness of the moon be your guide.

Your fire burns
like the morning star,
beneath the moon
like fog you drift.

                                            spb.

Notes: 8 Words given to create a poem for Stormy's poetry competition. Words to use were. Forgotten. Friend. Fire. Fear. Fog. Free. Forest. Feet.