tiny grey whispers
hearts locked in one
moondust filtered into light
some shine as bright as the sun
engaged in battle
with the torment of grace
enamored in the way of things
never straying from space
words with power of a hundred suns
some things are better left with love
the whispers are back
seemingly coming from above
the way the dark feels
is wonder that's secure
night and dark are treacherous
adventures mean much more
the atmosphere is home
peering into worlds and unknowns
will humans even learn
that love is more than concerns
