The day is gray
and silence
save for the soft
whispers
of the slow moving
shadows that
so inviting they
sway
dancing like the
swirling smoke
of extinguished
flame
dare I beg them
stay, join in
as the distant
sound of music
now hauntingly
plays like the echo
of a long lost voice
calling my name
3/4/2017 ©Debbie Berk
