Whisper Poem by Luke Hobbs

come dream the moonlit night,
light enchanting softly,
belfry tolls time between,
so keen the heart awakes,
forsakes its own calling,
falling for sirens, still,
she whispers to my soul,
bed, no solace gives,
sieves of time and soul,
coal, never to be gem,
hem me in with your soot,
put value underground,
not a sound survives, yet,
she whispers to my soul,
fettered, all but spirit,
tear writ confessions speak,
weak, too little too late,
hate all that I've become,
now numb sense not to feel,
kneel before You, rent, while
she whispers to me soul,
prone to this walking death,
breathe of life be my guide,
wide eventide's wings spread,
wed harmony with might,
light reflected so fair,
"wear your love with grace", this
she whispers to my soul