Voices When Whisper

voices still whisper in the ear to the tunes of time waves oceanic razz ling by the warmth of the sun. the morning delight standing on the beach looking to the golden plumes as if locked into the plexus of love and the grace divine yet the moon as dappled in white and blue sitting by lattice of your window looking to the horizon as I am betwixt of time and sea as the blue sea as waking seem to keep us yet apart from all universe’s blues still revered by their gleams when I put my palm beneath my checks and rave up as glimmered by your smiles mingling within verses of you love