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.