whispering corn

I heard your voice
in the whispering corn
sing a song
of gold and green

each rustle beckoning
in sensuous tones

abide a while with me

were you hiding
among the canes
was it your song
on the breeze

were you beckoning
in rustled tones

lie here with me

© Frank Prem, 2009

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