Poem - Whisperings of Peace

 Whisperings of Peace

Whispering, sounds, like the name
Of a lovely perfume
Or and exquisite
Banquet of flowers.

Two lovers arm in arm
With arms enfolded
Shadows merge
Into one.
No loud voices
No loud sounds
But the silken
Softness of the wind
Through the grass.
The gentle sigh
Through the trees.
Adoring eyes lock
With eyes of brown.

I love you
He whispers
Hardly a sound
At such the scene
You would tip toe around
Holy Ground
Maybe God is listening.

by Hillie Feldman
Published in New Waves 2000 No. 9 A PEACE ANTHOLOGY
for Culture, Literature,Art& Society June 15 2000 Israel