Whisper

Shhhh, Do you hear?
There is a whisper outside the door.

It sighs like a love forgotten.
It sounds like a heart misbegotten.

It moves on the wind in search of a friend.
And wanders aimless in its remorse.

I rise to the door to offer her in.
She is no where to be found.

Only the sighing in the trees.
The night melodies
surrounding me all around.

The beauty of the night
With a snow owl in flight.
The moon shining off the snow.

I look up to the sky
Give my own little sigh.
A finger on the wind caresses my face.

I soon realize why the lady does cry.
It is the cool neglect of this human race.