"To Hear Your Whisper Once More"
The night is blue, and the flicker bright and bronze.
I wander where we used to walk, as gloomy as it may seem.
While I'm out I cast my soul upon a whisper, hoping it returns with a secrete you wish to tell.
The water is still and quiet but even silence has a sound.
The gentle hum of the evening resonates within me, tenderly like flowing wine. In my own embrace I feel you fold your arms around me and I'm struck wildly like a hurricane. I know your up there praying for me to the God that we both love. My life is put on hold, despite this restless mind of mine.
Image and poetry by -Ryan Closson