What The Water Whispered Poem by BJ Omanson

How she came to wander there
above the river late at night
she didn't know and didn't care—

she only knew that it was right,
that everything at last was clear—
that nothing could be lovelier

than velvet water under stars—
a whisper drew her down the stairs,
drew her down the riverbank,

drew her darkly down to where
the stars were mirrored and she shrank
a moment at the margin there,

shivered in the crystal air,
loosened all her lustrous hair,
ventured out and slowly sank.