Whispers at Moonrise

“Heaven, envious of our joys, is waxen pale;
And when we whisper, then the stars fall down
To be partakers of our honey talk.”
(Christopher Marlowe, Dido, Queen of Carthage)

Some words are never spoken, but felt. Some feelings are never sensed, until stirred.

One cannot measure the mutual affection of two human beings by the number of words they exchange, but by the number of whispers they share. If whispers were the lyrics, silence was the music… making time spent together a melody that could be replayed over and over without getting stale.

The heart is not an organ, but a whisper in your soul. Two lovers, from two different realms of time, exchange glimpses of each other, through silent songs at every moonrise. A series of Haikus and two soulful tunes fictionalising a surreal romance:

PROLOGUE

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The temple bell stops;

But melody keeps flowing,

Out of the flowers.

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The shy hummingbird

Visited my bud today;

Did you think of me?

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The forgotten breeze

Brought your scent of yesterday—

Whispering mute sighs.

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This eternity 

Is not nearly long enough,

For skylarks to sing.

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Along mountain roads

I hear your echo inside—

A wild violet.

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Awake, butterfly—

It’s late, we have miles to tread

And glide together.

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Rumble in the heart,

Tumble in my arms, with me

And may time stand still.

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Morning comes sooner

And you are gone, like moonshine;

A slow rain falls near.

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Unbound by moments

Like an old clock’s symphony;

The heartache is back.

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Sunlight streams deeper

Through red petals of parting—

Trembling eyelashes.

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With dewdrops dripping,

The scent of cherry blossoms;

Waiting for nightfall.

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The young cuckoo cries; 

And through thickets of bamboo 

The lonesome moon smiles.

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EPILOGUE

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