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Whispered Passages
Whispered passages...of Keats and Frost,
Linger...long after she had read,
With a voice of a velvet tone,
As each verse was said.
I could see her eyes...they were shut,
Entranced in a world of prose,
And her slender neck...was gently fallen back,
An open book in her lap...in her hand a rose.
She took not a glance...upon that open book,
And her cadence was steadfast and true,
As if she penned...those words herself,
For it seemed, they were all she knew.
She softly swayed...as she spoke,
One hand caressing the book,
Then a tear...fell from her cheek,
So I stretched for a closer look.
All I saw...was a dimpled page,
And a thought...then crossed my mind,
Could this beautiful woman before me now,
With the voice of velvet...be blind?
What was in the book...which she caressed?
Was it Keats and Frost?
Or her diary that held...memories of,
Someone she had lost.
Before I had the chance to ask,
She paused and turned my way,
"Is someone there...please answer me?",
"Is there something you'd like to say?".
"Why yes said I...there is one thing",
"Your tears...you don't look sad?",
"You look so happy, so at peace",
"Are things in your life...that bad?".
Then she paused and gently smelled the rose,
Sighed softly...then she said,
"Dear boy, put your mind at ease",
"I think you have misread".
"Any happier...I just couldn't be",
"And whenever I feel lost",
I take the rose...my late husband gave me",
"Then whisper to him...Keats and Frost".
Zachary Joshua Morrow
