Moth told me about his dream, I wove it into a poem.

~~ Whispers ~~

A whisper caresses sleeping eyes
A shadow moves away from the bed
Stirring so softly in a bed of white linen
The sleeper raises his head
His drowsy gaze lands on the hooded figure
Standing at his bedchamber door
By instinct he pulls out his dagger intent on slitting the intruder’s throat
The invader steps back, but alas it is to late
He has caught it before it could take flight
With weapon in hand he peers into the depths
of the thin midnight blue frock
He pulls back the hood with the tip of his blade
And stops as he sees a girls face
Before him stands a wide eyed damsel
With an innocent smile on her lips
Green eyes dancing red hair burning
And under her cloak she wears not a stitch
She takes a step forward and gazes into his eyes
And whispers a kiss on his lips
He reaches to take her, but she is much quicker
She is gone leaving nothing but her scent
As he looks around dazed
A voice drifts his way telling him she will return
Some distant night she will take flight
And bring him up to her home
Her tower in dreamland
Her home of enchantment
She promises forever that she will be his
But until that time all he will find
Are whispers on his sleepy lips

Bonnie Jean Higgins

©08.06.04

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