A Silent Whisper

Beneath the crimson skies
Of the immortal dream
Lies
The bleeding heart
Of lost destinies
Rivers of hope
Run dry
Tears languish
Hanging loosely
From fluttering forlorn lashes
Vision blurred
On blistered emotions
Within each solitary drop
A tempestuous storm resides
A missed heartbeat
Lost
In a swirling maelstrom
Of despair
Swept away
Soft pure white linen
As cleansing
As the virgin wings
Of a butterfly
That drift
Haphazardly
On the brewing storm
Silken tears
Fallen on trembling lips
A crack in the sky
A minuscule ray of hope
Glances earthwards
As a lost destiny
Like a wandering ghost
Floats
Within a single heartbeat
And falls
Like an Autumn leaf
Upon the verdant earth
The silence
Broken
By the soft musical cry
Of  birdsong
Accompanied by the windswept tremblings
of an aeolian harp
The harmony of love
Hovers
As quickly
As the wing beat of a dragonfly
Like a silent whisper

by Jemia