A whisper of smoke travelled
through the night air,
floating about
losing mass as it roamed
the city of shadow’s. 

As the chill of the wind picked up speed,
the whisper of smoke began to deplete.

Soon a hollow sound was heard,
a thud, a beat was detected, 
the whispering Meadows began
to speak,
leaving secrets underneath your pillow.

Listen to the shadow’s
they tell stories of the whispering meadow’s,
where smoke lives eternal
as a flame that never wavers.

© By Amanda D Shelton