Whispers in the Moon Light

Whispers in the moon light,
I look up, hear my name.

No one is around me,
but I feel the closeness, just the same.

A gentle breeze, flows through the quite,
spreading its way along my neck.

Filling me, through and through,
a private coven, shared with ... who?

Who reaches out to me,
what face will pass before my eyes?

A sense of pure, raw emotion,
fights to be unbridled, yet remains held at bay.

The whispers in the moon light,
all about me, though I remain alone.

Yet, I take comfort in the whispers,
when I hear them breath my name.