Whispers Poem by Spirit Music Hope

When twilight descends, as slumber draws near,
'Tis not the venomous words of foes that linger,
But in the hush of companions, a cherished sphere.

For in the depths of night's quiet embrace,
The echoes of enmity slowly fade away,
Replaced by whispers of friendship and grace.

The wounds inflicted by adversaries' spite,
Though painful and cruel in their transient might,
Hold no lasting weight, no enduring might.

Instead, 'tis the stillness of loyal hearts,
The solace found in unspoken devotion,
That etches itself upon memory's arts.

When shadows dance and the world grows dim,
The tender silence of friends speaks volumes,
A symphony of trust and kinship within.

So, as sleep beckons, reflect on this truth,
That amidst life's trials and its endless bends,
It's in the silence of friends, a treasure aloof.