WHEN SPACE WHISPERS
There are soft whispers in the still dark night
Not internal voices, but the others out there
Listen carefully, as they have things to share
Not with heavy tread but delicate and light
Few will be understood, but some just might
Maybe a deep truth that we still cannot bear
That the moon hides from the daytime glare
Whispers are chosen when kept out of sight
A universal language of respect seems right
But the quiet voice lingers and one is aware
Of new and meaningful connections so rare
Carried on the breeze, as if in joyous flight
Is it the stars that are whispering their plight
Or sensing our own as we all stand and stare
Perhaps it’s their way to show how they care
No fading to black, but to shine pure white