Whispers Through the Magnolia Trees
Beneath the hush of moonlit skies,
Where fireflies weave their golden ties,
Love drifts like mist on southern streams,
Soft as the hush of midnight dreams.
The magnolias sigh in twilight’s glow,
Their petals dance where lovers go,
A whispered touch, a glance held tight,
Two souls entwined in fate’s dim light.
The river hums a lonesome tune,
A serenade to heart and moon,
For love unlooked-for finds its way,
Like dawn that spills through misty gray.
A stolen kiss, a breath so sweet,
Where past and present gently meet,
The echoes of an age-old song,
That love was meant to last this long.
The weeping willow bends to see,
Two hearts bound fast by destiny,
No spoken word, no need for name,
For love, once found, is love the same.
So let the winds of time drift slow,
And let the southern breezes know,
That love unplanned, though lost in haze,
Will burn like stars through endless days.
by Clara Hudson
