A whisper rustled the reeds by the river,
The soft breath of a world in repose.
I wondered if it was there to deliver
Me from the burden of weightless woes.
It was the emptiness of the message it bore,
That emptied the mind of its charge.
Through the dark banks of the river it tore,
Like the prow of an invisible barge.
And on the deck there proudly stood
A spirit that none could see.
Cloaked in invisible cape and hood,
I felt its eyes look right through me.
The wake of the whisper became again still.
The reeds fell back asleep.
And my eyes with tears began to fill,
Though I knew not for what I weep.
