A whisper on the breeze
She won't be on her knees
A whisper in the air
She won't be even there
A whisper on the wind
She won't be held or pinned
A whisper in the night
No sound of footstep light
A whisper in the dark
Each dagger finds it's mark
A whisper soft and low
Wherever did she go
Or was she ever there to begin with ?


If she happens to be seen

Small and slender
Just under five feet
Well under a hundred pounds
Grey-green eyes
Dark hair tied back
Soft suede and silks