Whisper

Whisper, whisper
Speak not the words that sustain your lips so pure
The rising moon will call the fogs
To sing that overture
Let them be heard for in their words
A sweetness falls in hollows
Where souls can pass unnoticed
And hide their deepest sorrows
They call and bind, a link with find
To join the earth and moon
A virtuous magnetic quest
Is woven on their loom