Cinderella

whisper forever in your ear

Do you hear the whisper?
Flowing gently in the air
It’s passed by countless earlobes
In a foreign dialect of tongues and rambles
Making it hard to understand
These four simple words

Like a child
swimming around the trees
like little kids with their huge hopes
tickling each green leaf or white stemmed rose
and leaving behind a sketching of your hand
A sketch I’d love to hold

Passing by Victorian houses
It wisps by onto my field of dreams
Where Julie Andrews had her song
And I have my kiss
I’ve wanted all along

It gently knocks at your window
Careful not to wake a sleeping Cinderella
Mindful of the time
It’s half past twelve and
Though one slipper less
And without your silver crown
There is no prince to wake your dreams
Just a gentle whisper
carrying more than it seems



It skittishly encircles your white sheets
Reporting back memorizations
of your entrapping lips
trying to find a way
to convey those four simple words

You awake to morning
Unaware of what was said
To ignore a whisper takes little
And it passed by without pause to share
But give me a night
Where we’re in my field of dreams
And telling you these four words
Is not as hard as it seems
Maybe then I’d recall
These words to say to you
Maybe in more than a whisper
I love you too