AgingWings22

The Depth of Whispers

Wayward they are dark and playful.

Hangs in the air enticing, beckoning.

Intimate in nature penetrating souls.

Sensually born with wings louder than   screams.

Partially masked moving so sly with purpose.

Enters the ear drums creating fateful echoes.

Refuge of whispers remains forces in our memories.

Shallow it is not no matter the form.