Whispers

A Poem by Mario Vitale

Whispers in the night

Whispers

angelic premonition in the back of my mind
sublime
chill through the breeze in the trees
the forest had an entrance door
a barrage of dark patterns through the mysterious scene
inside we hide behind the hidden garb of compromise
can't we see through all those lies

blinded by the silence of the midnight oil
the love from a girl and a boy
treasured a red rose that was plucked a time before
stand still & you will hear a whisper in your ear
envision a world filled with love and shun the hate
call it fate but we need to endure
calloused by the inner measure of truth turned to lies
does all of this logic come as a big enough surprise