Morning Whispers

I whisper in the silence, but the sound passing my lips is muffled in my ears. What was it that I said?  I lay still in my bed, a chill in my bones despite the thick sea of blankets surrounding me.  My fingers outstretch, grasping for the lost words as if I could catch them in the air, and let them leave my lips again-- those familiar syllables I once spoke tenderly and sweetly in the quiet of the morning.

What was it that I said?

As the cloudiness of slumber passes from me, I hear your name.

Author's Note

I think that something can be done to improve this. Suggestions are welcome. Constructive criticism is greatly welcome.

Reviews

[Angelic Surrender]

I think it's good, except maybe the last line. The rest was full of imagery, but that line might be a little lack. Great poem, though :)

[Distant horizons]

Really grealt flow. beautifully said.