You are sad, you close your eyes trying to block away images and sounds and then...then you hear the whisper, that soothingly warm breeze in your hear that chases the cold away and enters your heart.
In that velvet silence you understand what love means to everyone...but you.

The whispering voice dripped on the silence
that wrapped my soul from rejection’s cold
telling me with sounds so low and inaudible
that almost, I did not hear my lover’s words,
but felt butterfly’s touch on my face, her lips
were warm with intimacy and promising love.

Winters that have been chasing young Springs,
and hot Summers pushed away by many a Fall,
years and years of laughters we had together…
where are those happy times that aren’t no more?
They say, “a chain is stronger as its weakest link”
man cannot survive if he’s left lone in a storm.

Look around at the empty spaces and wonder,
nobody has wiped clean the mirror on the wall,
you wouldn’t recognize yourself if you look,
dust to dust are getting heavier and blurring all,
accumulation of life’s souvenirs everywhere
that a finger could write on it, “it ‘s time to go.”

Close your eyes and let the dripping whispers
tell you that you will never ever be so alone,
that tears will be needed to wash the sorrows
that have poisoned the happiness of your soul,
let the butterfly lips delicately graze your face
and dream my friend, dream, go with the flow!

The whispering voice dripped on the silence
when I turned around she was there no more,
an illusion perhaps, even a romantic chimera
of a lover that wanted to be but that never was,
wrapped in silence can look back and no regret
the questions, “she loves me, she loves me not”