A Trance of Muted Syllables

Senses reach the edges.

Photograph by Author. Spring soon at Jervis Bay.

Words said and softly whispered
Messages breathed into my ear
Like lightning lifts my senses
So soft and yet so clear.

A trance of muted syllables
Articulated in song
The words Say Right is here now
And the left has come and gone.

I understand what you are saying
The sounds are symbols too
In hushed tones, you beckon me
Your words I walked into.

They surrounded me in silence
Yet, they had a resonance of their own
I know what you are telling me
I think I’ve always known.

Whisper to me, meaning
The words I want to hear
And tell them to me softly
When murmured in my ear.

And when we’re not together
The wind can write a message
Across the restless currents
My senses reach the edges.