A Trickle of a Whisper

At first I tried to see the mystery
It glowed crimson when I closed my eyes.
A beckoning call from a nameless voice
And my will was enlisted to recall.

In latent arrest my heart was won over
The riddles edged away and my sight was clear.
Soft velvet shackles draped over my shoulder
And my limitless intuition at attention.

Guided softened whispers
Brushed silently away by the wind.
The moon's light was crystal clear,
I could hear my own voice as naught.

All in a touch -- a single stroke of the cheek
From this lavender beauty commanding the night.
All her ravishing tendrils at a mercy her own
Could make a child stop weeping.

Subtely took over my anguish
And resolve boldly stepped into the frame
My eagerness was won with wonder
Proclaimed from my child-like frame.

The questions grew and the answers disuaded
Her promises were ever erect and firm
Could not penetrate nor desicrate her cloak
When in your own shadows she abides.