Mercurial

Whispers

David Rudder
2 min readApr 28, 2023
Photo by Jon Butterworth on Unsplash

Standing next to open windows
Metaphoric whispers are said
Or is it simply what sin does
Does that determine where we’re led?

Eyes drinking in lips hungrily kissing
Is it love is it passion, or lust?
Or the edge of your soul has gone missing?
Like bread ending up with no crust

You drift into my window at midnight
The waxing then waning slow hour
Eyes emptied of you in hindsight
Under new suns and old moons, I cower

The hissing and sliding of moonbeams
A night spent at sea on a raft
Infatuation clothed in love seems
A weaving and new kind of craft

Mercurial moments are fleeting past
Capricious capers and whimsical dance
Moody and erratic, unlikely to last
Quicksilver now has a volatile stance

Fluid joinings and passionate kisses
Tears squeezed from labile emotions
Fragile moments, high-speed near misses
Wrapped in cloaks of risky love potions

Back at the window, you disappear
Your body’s left, but your soul remains
Then in mercurial flashes, you reappear
In dulcet voice and haunting refrains

I’ve stood here and watched the night ignite
In flames of white-hot desire
I stretch out my hand to shield the light
Of passions so hot they’re on fire

Try to forget the pleasure and pain
A night spent with torturous thoughts
The night bird is singing its final refrain
The battlefield watched over by Hawks

Morning seeps through the crack in the wall
A mercurial whisper, the flight of the wind
I stand by the window you walk down the hall
Now aware, I keep my eyes skinned

©

David Rudder
2012

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David Rudder
David Rudder

Written by David Rudder

Top writer in Poetry. I am a diarist and write poetry to reflect my thoughts.

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