Whisper's At Dusk Poem by James McLain

The evening hums with golden light,
A hush upon the drifting air,
Soft petals fold to greet the night,
And dreams awaken, pale and rare.

Beyond the hills, a silver thread,
The river sings a lonesome tune,
Beneath the stars, where footfalls tread,
I wander lost beneath the moon.

The trees bend low to touch my hair,
Their voices sigh like restless seas,
And in the dark, a ghostly prayer
Drifts, weightless, on the autumn air.

O love, unseen, yet ever near,
Your voice still lingers in the shade—
A whisper only I can hear,
This shadow love will never fade.