Soulful Whispers
With eyes closed and a knowing smile,
I search needfully among the realm of
dream-lit memories and whispered partings.
Echos from voices not yet found add their
haunting melody as I traverse the hidden
crevices which exist only in that special
world between wishes and dreams.
Mental images float freely....and, then, are
transformed as they connect with emotional
exchanges...sweet memories....a conduit
which leads to you....only to you
I am adrift among that realm of dreams
which bears only your image....a heartfelt
longing to hold you...to be held by you.
A soft sigh as I shed the traces of wakefulness
and I am free....travelling on a nightwind to you
A deep sigh as our souls touch, once again, and memories are freed to emerge from
dream-lit passages....each producing sparks
of passion to light your waking form...to guide
me as my outstretched arms seek yours.
Lips seeking....desperately seeking yours...
breathlessly seeking release as our souls
join amid rhythmic whispers....soft moaning
as we become one.
And upon awakening...
I stretch and smile (our secret smile) as I
whisper your name and reach across crisp
white sheets.... to touch your waiting form.
Sad realization... A single tear is released and
my smile fades as I discover you are not here.
Were you ever?
Soulful whispers... calling for you.
With eyes closed and a knowing smile,
I search needfully among the realm of
dream-lit memories and whispered partings.
Echos from voices not yet found add their
haunting melody as I traverse the hidden
crevices which exist only in that special
world between wishes and dreams.
Mental images float freely....and, then, are
transformed as they connect with emotional
exchanges...sweet memories....a conduit
which leads to you....only to you
I am adrift among that realm of dreams
which bears only your image....a heartfelt
longing to hold you...to be held by you.
A soft sigh as I shed the traces of wakefulness
and I am free....travelling on a nightwind to you
A deep sigh as our souls touch, once again, and memories are freed to emerge from
dream-lit passages....each producing sparks
of passion to light your waking form...to guide
me as my outstretched arms seek yours.
Lips seeking....desperately seeking yours...
breathlessly seeking release as our souls
join amid rhythmic whispers....soft moaning
as we become one.
And upon awakening...
I stretch and smile (our secret smile) as I
whisper your name and reach across crisp
white sheets.... to touch your waiting form.
Sad realization... A single tear is released and
my smile fades as I discover you are not here.
Were you ever?
Soulful whispers... calling for you.
None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free.