Heard her whisper

Moonlight casting witch-like shadows,
silver lances pierced the gloom,
wind blown branches gently rapping,
at the window of my room,
shutters swinging, floorboards creaking,
seemed the house was mourning too,
felt the shadows dark were speaking
heard the shadows call for you.
Lying here in whispered silence,
hand upon her pillow cold,
closed my eyes and sensed her fragrance,
stroked her hair of autumn gold,
eyes clench shut, tears were seeping,
streaming random down my face,
memories touched, my soul was weeping
for her love and soft embrace.
Felt a warmth of breath upon me,
felt her fingers on my cheek,
heard her whisper gently to me,
held my breath, I dared not speak.

Susan P. Bagley
Another wonderful expression of love from you Laurie.

MoonBee
The Flow, The Flow Is Dynamic... A Gentle Beat Accompanies It In Song - Reminds Me Of Two Of My Favorite Poems: The Raven & The Highwayman, Both of Which Captivates me to this Day ... And So Does, This Poem of Yours ... Excellent Write, Haunting Story ... MoonBee

Susan Jarvis
A melliflous, beautiful and haunting poem.

Fay Slimm
Laurie this piece tiptoes with gentleness in each line - - it shows a talent for the lyrical and romantic. I look forward to reading more of your work.