Whispered Silence (11/94)
If ever time were passing by as clouds perambulate the sky, I'd love your voice within my ear to sense that there were someone near. And yet, if I could never hear the whispered words of one so dear, Would I be less than I am here no words within my mind to clear? As time doth ever pass me by, as clouds perambulate the sky, As shines the sun, reflects the moon, And water flows, and wind doth blow, I long to hear your voice, you know.
