Whisper

The still air of one breath
 the cool gentle depth
the heart pace;
 Oh' the chase, the chase each sacred motion in space allows life to grab action.
Another Motion towards lace
 Often an unknown face
 To tell what has lept
From quiet dark to taste That spark and grace
To leave only truth and
 silence kept Quite uncouth
Where willist quiet youths
Shed the gasp of fiction!