It sounds as if you have had a glass or so of a fine wine and you stare at this moon as whispers run their fingers through your hair and you close your eyes and hope you dream the night away.
I found Mark's comment quite enlightening about how the strong signals sent would bounce back as a whisper. As always, I love the heart of your work, the beauty in the way you arrange your words, and they way they drip off my tongue when I read them aloud. Love this!
