Silent Whispers

My heart sings in golden flowers
Sombre mourn in gentle shower
Gentle clouds drift through the sky
Harlots none by which they cry

Invoking tides of shifting sands
Towards the tide of tidal lands

Silent whispers sound of song
By faded canvas how I long
Palomino clad clouds pass on by
To dream away beneath the sky

Silhouette I ponder why
Why for art thee heavens part
As clouds drift through the endless sky

Ripples form upon the lake
Alas for not the land that shakes
Rippled tides towards the sea
In beauty bound in majesty

Poem By Darryn John Murphy

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