Whispers

There are whispers dancing in my veins... golden and warm like dappled sunlight seen through closed eyelids. They are sepia tones - an artsy movie projected on a silvery screen underneath a midnight sky. Their aroma is freshly brewed coffee wafting into appreciative nostrils. They are excitement and contentment entwined in a tremulously sweet first embrace. They are a lilac bed of Jacaranda blossoms existing only for my viewing pleasure. They are hesitantly hopeful, shy, determined to become a bold voice - just not yet... They are mine alone, and yet universally understood. They are me, but when I am more than me. They are every emotion I have ever felt, and all the ones I have yet to feel - a beginning and culmination in continuum. They are heady whispers floating high... trying to elude the inevitable crash to stark, loud reality.