Whispers in the Dark

In the stillness of the dark
When all the senses rise to shine
And every nuance of a clear
Subconscious mind is kindled new,
Every whisper becomes thunder
Echoing from bedroom walls
Of darkened canyons cut by glaciers
A hundred million years ago.

No one answers when I call;
Not a soul for miles around;
Just the shadow of the raven
Gliding across canyon floor.

I search for you to hear my whispers,
Long to find your gentle voice,
Need to feel your heather hair
Brush gently on my waiting skin.
But senses fail me... no response...
Nighttime becomes cold and stark, and
No one's there to quench this thirst
Or answer whispers in the dark.

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