His Whisper
I’m your whisper on the wind
Close yer tired eyes and see
Feel the warmth I send within
Green eyes doth give to thee
I softly brush your cheek ere soft
Not weathered yet with time
With fingertips I trace your lips
You know I’ve touched your mind
Scents within your soul are felt
Sweet fragrance of lilac mist
Now raise yer hand and place to heart
For tender embrace I give
For I did hear you call to me
You beckoned that I come
Oh gentle soul that where you sat
And pondered in the sun
My presence held is ever near
Feel softness close to thee
Let nary ache behold yer soul
For I have set you free
Hear this lass as she doth laugh
A smile that you doth give
Warmth so shared for you to know
A place for thee will live
For know we not the tides of time
Ere what the future brings
But open yer eyes sweet gentle man
Now embraced by my gentle wings
Carolee Dennis-Woosley
July 3, 2012