A Whispering Night
A black and moonless night,
so void of light.
No stars in this sky to view the minuteness of our lives.
No moon to reflect the everwiding circles
of the pool in our minds desire.
It tis a night when clouds swirl like ravens wings in flight.
where no breeze dost whisper thru the trees,
nor break the stillness oftheir leaves.
A night so dark and black that only lost souls
of long ago do move freely thru
the stillness of this night.
Where dreams are captured in the showdows of this darkness
and then so slowly are forgotton.
O'Bless the dawn that breaks this cursed night,
And brings forth new light.
For this has been A Whispering Night.
By William Moyers