Poem of the Day

What Hearts Murmur to Each Other

If each
      (every)
            murmur of your heart
can be the whispers
                  (breaths)
that leave dew on my cheeks,

I shall have no need
                    for tears.
I shall have no desire
                      for rain.

For rain will come before me
like the stardust of your kiss
shimmering in the glow of our

romance--

a word nobody really uses anymore
because the waltz tunes have ended

but we know 
           we still keep dancing
to the beat of our hearts
standing next to each other
with
     our palms hugging,

not asking for eternity,
only for this moment's sincerity.