Whisper Mongers

In the long lost spasms of time…
I saw a bend in the river
Which divulged the secrets of my being
Through its platters of silver.


I was afraid to wake up some placid dreams
By the splinter of my thoughts; so
I wished to move silently through
The wilderness at dawn.


The softly gliding water I thought
Would keep to its pace
And I’ll slide easily
Across the granules of plains


Alas! Waters-the whisper mongers
Divulged the secret
And made path for my distorted image
Into the silence of eternity.