Sprite

I hear you whisper timidly,

as if no one is in the room.

With a tone so soft and sparkling

it is a wonder why you stay so hush.

What secrets do you hold within

that chill and minty complexion

glowing under the moonlight

lost in your own mumblings.

You may think no one has heard

you, but I have tuned my ear.

I've heard the ocean's song

being hummed from your mouth.

and the sound of sea foam

release as you exhale.

If you chose to share your

precious stories would you

entrust them to me?

Is trust even a word you know?

Or just some foreign entity?

Or did they drain you of every drop

the way they did with me?