The Silent Whisper.

Silent Whispers from the caverns of my mind

That elusive memory I struggle to find

Deep in the dungeons , the darkest recesses

As if from another lifetime or someone else’s

Silent Whispers in my ear that sigh 

Like a beautiful butterfly, fluttering by

Or the faintest touch of a summer breeze

Ghost like, I can not grasp or seize

The slightest hint of days long forgotten

Whispers of where, whom or when

The past often tinged by needless regret

The future is written, but not yet set

Whether it was a dream or real, I can not tell

As if concealed by an enchanted spell

Long forgotten in the chaos and confusion

Was it ever real or just an illusion ?

C Denis Murphy 11 October 2019.