Whispers
Calm and placid showers dance across the ground in the darkness. I see his eyes in the window pane as I watch the falling rain. It seems as the tiny raindrops fall they quietly repeat his name. The black of night falls across the me I am captured in it's bittersweet caress. Staring into this underworld of shadows, I'm haunted by my past and tormented in my reality. Misery and calamity dwell within my soul. Still I know he will come for me shhhhhh listen He calls to me... The night wind carries his whispers. His words float on the breeze through my window. Hush I can HEAR him now. He calls to me... Look Glittering starlight mimics the sparkle of his eyes. He stands before me. I am consumed by his stare. I can SEE him now. He calls to me... Closely and tight he holds me. He wipes away my tears. I am in his arms. I can FEEL him now. Yesssss... He is here. He calls to me... I am His. Written April 11th, 2002 © on Apr 11 2002 01:53 AM PST, Sheila Morgan 0 • 8
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"Calm and placid showers ..."