by Ann Marie Dwyer

Created on: February 14, 2009

In the shimmering water,
just beneath my reflection,

I see a whisper.

As it's whisked away
with the current, I have to wonder:
What did it say?

Close my eyes and concentrate
on its shadowy memory,
but am I too late?

All the world is still,

as my mind's eye recreates
by force of will.

Through the caressing sound
of water on rock,
the whisper is found.

It's your heartbeat,
strong and sure,
Emanating heat.

And whispering to mine.

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