Poetry – Whispers in the Wind

Whispers in the Wind

Every last word spoken echoes,

Through eternity,

For as long as atoms touch.

Every murmur of love;

Every bellow of rage;

In every language;

Every first cry and last sigh;

A faint vibration on the breeze,

Echoing down the ages –

The words of ghosts

Whisper in our ears.

Opher – 20.4.2020