When a far off star
Rests softly against the sky
Whisper my name
When darkened grey clouds
Make the sun seem too far
Whisper my name
Softly spoken words
Heard by only one
Spoken so very low
By one who cannot come
When the waters of a stream
Play a quiet song at night
Whisper my name
When the wind moves the leaves
And the branches slowly sway
Whisper my name
When alone in a meadow
And the grass begs to stay
Whisper my name
Hoping that each day ends
Like the closing of a door
Only to be counted
Whisper no more
When a rainbow asks so little
Gone without the shame
Whisper my name
Whisper my name
Midwest Musings 