The Whisperer

It takes time to warm up like tubes in an old radio the receiver tuned to messages coming from your heart.

The crystals crackle like a live wire in the ghost filled attic of my mind as I try to dial it in.

Voices behind our veil of differences bring a whisperer that mingles with our silence to pursue the hope that sits within my words.

I seek knowledge but the answer startles me. I am forced to dig deep to find a way to admit the light of understanding.

To defeat the shadow smothered in someone else’s photo, I reject the picture as presented and choose the frame that reconciles the sacred and activates my love.

When I am restless in my clarity I bind it in a vow tied in a ribbon of words.

As darkness lifts a glass I drink the elixir of forgiveness in toast to your purity that shines like a lamp within a jar.