Poem: The Whispering Vail

In twilight’s breath, the shadows fall,
A secret hum, a haunting call,
The vail of mist, so soft and pale,
A whispered song, a forgotten tale.

It dances through the silver trees,
A rustling sound upon the breeze,
The world stands still, yet all is near,
A voice that calls, but none can hear.

It speaks of places lost in time,
Of hills and valleys, mountains’ climb,
Of lovers’ vows beneath the moon,
Of ancient songs, a soft monsoon.

The vail moves like a fleeting dream,
Through twilight’s glow and moonlight’s gleam,
A shroud of secrets, veiled in grace,
A mirror to the heart’s own face.

Who listens close, who dares to find,
The whispers winding through the mind?
For in the mist, the truth may lie,
Beneath the soft and starlit sky.

So when you walk through evening’s glow,
And feel the vail, so soft and slow,
Remember there, in whispers frail,
Lie truths untold—The Whispering Vail.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie