whispers of silk

His soft siren, calls upon the night'
As it falls in to The depths of me ,
So haunting like a beautiful dream ,
That continues to play over and over in my head,
something so bitter sweet about loving the dead,
like birthing a new vocal tone '
A love of such projection,
of mine own,
A million ghosts to rock the boughs of sleep,
upon whispers of silk my heart does weep,
Forbidden ever silence keep ,
Tender nightmares how haunting holds thee deep.