Whispers of a Lost Love

By J. Jayaprakash

The midnight air is full with unvoiced sighs,

A dark lingers where no footsteps tread.

She calls his name, but only secretiveness lies,

For love once lost still walks among the dead.

His voice returns upon the unquiet zephyr،

A chilling touch upon her insomniac skin.

His spectre haunts the branches of the trees،

A love too well—knit to fade or to repeal.

Yet time moves on although he clay the same

A apparition bound by vows he left unbroke.

She longs to hold him, calls out loud his name

Yet all she grasps is air and drifting smoke.

although love may last on the far side the final breather،

Its echoes fade against the tide of death....

By J. Jayaprakash