the same whispers that i don't hear,
drift the distance of my ear to ear.
fragile shawdows that aren't there,
ones i for sure don't fear.
the splash of a waterfall becomes all i hear,
trickles down rocks places by the air.
a nice, lovely tune, perfect for the ear,
one that leaves me content, not swimming in fear.
simply drowing in words never spoken.
the same whispers that i don't hear,
drift the distance of my ear to ear.

June 10th, 2019