In the town alone, he moves <br />he listens <br />his foot steps as quiet as rain drops <br />so beautiful but so pale <br /> <br />He moves like the wind <br />so quiet not to make a sound <br /> <br />He stops, listens but hears nothing <br /> <br />He stands in the path of the moon <br />huge, alone <br />the moon shows his <br />beautiful, pale face <br /> <br />He hears it <br />he hears his name <br />in whispers, <br /> <br />He listens carefully <br />and finds it <br /> <br />He follows the beautiful sound, <br />the name his name and his soul <br />his friend for life <br /> <br />She calls his name in whispers <br />so many times <br />its like a song for him <br /> <br />He walks faster, <br />faster, <br />faster <br />until he starts to run <br /> <br />He runs like an angel, <br />a lost spirit <br /> <br />He stops one last time <br />and listens <br /> <br />he hears it again <br />not far away <br /> <br />he finds were, <br />the sound is coming from <br /> <br />he find her <br /> <br />They hold hands <br />and there bodies dance <br />around like spirits <br />they float <br />in the light of the moon <br /> <br />She whispers his name <br />so freely, <br />so gracefully, <br />so peaceful, <br />soft and calm <br /> <br />he closes his eyes <br />he goes <br />into a deep sleep <br />as if never to wake again <br /> <br />still hearing her whispers <br />he starts to cry <br /> <br />His tears <br />like rain drops <br />glistening, shining <br />like diamonds on his cheeks <br />so elagent, <br />and graceful it shines <br /> <br />So peaceful <br />all goes quiet <br />the whispering <br />the crying <br /> <br />Found the next <br />smiling <br />next to his love <br /> <br />he's gone <br />never to be whispered to <br />again.<br /><br />samantha cassidy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-calls-his-names-in-whispers/
