My whispers to the morning
will not wake this sleeping brood
they whisper of the dawning
of the pastel colours hued

my whispers to the daytime
are those of habitude
of daily tasks and courtesy
none offensive, base nor rude

my whispers to the evening 
are subtly subdued
yet another day is passing
but sunset is still well viewed

my whispers to the night
are those pleading quietude
contentment is a household 
resting in subdued attitude

my whispers in my sleep
tell of my servitude
spoken in such a whisper
such that life comes not unglued