The Skies’ Whispers

Whispers are like the codlings of an evening’s content breeze,

delicately caressing the sensitive foliage of flowers and trees.

 Like a loving heart’s tender embraces,

 its divine truth exposes our face’s faces,

and connect all the dots connected to our souls passionate places.

Oh how sensitive they are, our personal stars,

melting who and what we are into quiet meadows of serene art.

When the skies’ beauty whispers its love to me, I hear them in my dreams.

I feel the beating of thy heart, and the soul’s emotional depth of thee.