She whispers softly to the wind,
Her words drift through the air;
Mingling with the clouds and stars,
They hang suspended there.

Written 'cross blue velvet skies,
Each whisper in the night;
Speaks a secret to the moon,
To stars there shining bright.

Each whisper dances 'cross the sky,
And waltzes with the wind;
Swirling in three quarter time,
In a dance that never ends.

With every whisper spoken,
A star falls from the sky;
And leaves a shimmering message,
Across the velvet night.

Written 'cross a velvet sky,
Her words drift through the air;
She whispers softly to the wind,
As they hang suspended there.