Lost whispers
Shown in a mirror a place for us both to stand under- our secret.
Feet in the air, head entwined
All because of your whistling breath
Whisper sifted and taken as given.
In attraction which bears children,
As signs of your self,
Second hand things that don't grow you harvest
Amazement pinned to a suit which someone else imagined;
It doesn't suit you.
As signs of your self, Look what I do!
Look, What you've done!
No space for time to stand
Nor mission of gifts
A place for us both to stand under
and understand each other
Copywrite 2008: John Plum
