Soft Sighs

 

 


My soul
murmurs
as softly as
a warm sigh
across
the down on
a goslings
throat.

 

It whispers
warnings
as searing as
the flames
of passion
born
in a moment
of midnight madness.

 

It hisses
secrets
as hot as
the steam
rising from
a kettle
on the
rolling boil.

 

It whimpers
fears
as ghostly as
the creeping fog
that
swirls along
the coast
at dawn.

 

It sings
melodies
as haunting as
the loon's cry
on a
moonlit lake
in the
dark of night.

 


and still...

 


My soul
murmurs on,
as softly as
the caress
of an
angel's wing,
as she
brings
sweet messages
of love.

 

 

Liana Brittain
September 6, 2002