Whispering

The stars above the world turned ever so gently as she gazed upon them.  Her knees tightly held against her chest, bound in her arms, as her head tilted back to survey the heavens.  The desert air, still and silent, was cool as it filled her lungs between whispers to the one whose foot stool she sat beneath.

And there she waits still… listening to Him whispering back to her.