Poetry from Joan Beebe

Joan Beebe and fellow contributor Michael Robinson
Joan Beebe (left) and fellow contributor Michael Robinson

Whispering and Dreaming


I hear a sigh in the distance and suddenly

I realize it had come from me.

My dreams are of long ago

when life was simpler

And most days happiness surrounded me.

My sighs keep on and my dreams become

a source of comfort.

I am whispering into the night when there

is no one to hear me.

I whisper my dreams into the darkness.