WHEN SPACE WHISPERS

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