Whisperings Poem by A.M. Gouedard

There's a song that wafts so gently
in music faintly heard.
A song with words so fleeting
I cannot hold them still.

Where many paths are meeting
in the tangle of the shadows
just beyond your glance
in the patterns of the dance
from a farewell to a greeting
they will spin you into trance.

In a fluttering of wings, do you hear them speaking?
''No time today for sorrow, no time for needless weeping.
Mortal though you are, follow your own star''

I sense them in a twinkle,
in a gleam, a flash of star-fire
the silver light behind a cloud,
across the moonlight sweeping
in the rhythm of my breathing
and a heart that's wildly leaping,
to the strings of their desire

''It's a dream within a dream within a dream''
i hear them whisper
as i rest,
almost sleeping,
almost waking,
only seeming to be here.