The Heart's Whisper

In the stillness where the shadows fall, A whisper stirs the quiet air, It travels softly, yet stands tall, A murmur meant for those who care. It speaks of love that never dies, Of dreams that pulse beneath the skin, Of timeless truths that fill the skies, A song the soul will always spin. The heart, it listens in the dark, To echoes from a distant shore, A tender flicker, like a spark, A secret the world can’t ignore. The path is veiled in mist and song, Where fleeting moments seem to stay, Yet still the heart beats firm and strong, Guiding the lost along the way. Each whisper, gentle as the breeze, Carries the weight of what’s unseen, It hums through nights, through ancient trees, A quiet hymn in places serene. So when the world becomes too loud, And silence feels too far away, Listen closely, soft and proud, For the heart’s whisper will always stay. It asks for nothing but to be, A steady pulse inside the chest, A quiet promise, clear and free, That love, in truth, will always rest.