Whispers of the Night


When the day is done and light no longer shines, whispers of the night come out to play. One-by-one they emerge from between the lips of many, each one different from the other. As different as the stories they hold. Different from the tone of day. In the hush of darkness, a playground built from life.







A merry-go-round of soft laughter slowly spins from joy. Whispers of fun had with friends. Whispers of sleepy-eyed children whose day was full of energy and glee. Whispers of families near-and-far, here-and-there, all over the world . . . all after a day well spent. A merry-go-round of whispers that spin not alone.

Not alone. Never alone. Not alone like the lone whisper that sits on the teeter-totter of life. No teeter. No totter. Only a whisper of a glance, a glance of hope, at two whispers as they swing.






Whispers of wonders float hand-in-hand, swinging from the push of whispering hearts in love. Whispers that giggle. Whispers that murmur. Whispers that dream and build and dream and build and dream and build. Whispers that sigh in the night. Completely and forever, and ever and ever. Swinging whispers swing not alone.

Not alone. Never alone. Not alone like the lone whisper that sits on the teeter-totter of life. No teeter. No totter. Only a whisper of a glance, a glance to the far distance, at whispers that sit on a bench.





Whispers of life come full circle. Some whisper alone. Many whisper among others. All of them whispers that bend from the whisper of time. Ladened with knowledge. A canvas of art. Whispers of a life well spent. Of days once spinning. Once swinging. Once even as alone as the motionless lone whisper watching.

A whisper of a glance.
No teeter. No spinning. No totter. No swinging.
A whisper of life to be.






When the day is done and light no longer shines, whispers of the night come out to play. One-by-one they emerge from between the lips of many, each one different from the other. As different as the stories they hold. Different from the tone of day. In the hush of darkness, a playground built from life.



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