WHISPER TO ME

Whisper to me

Call me to your distant shore;

Speak softly of where I need to be

Pull my soul to where it was once before……

On the side of the road I watch

Your messenger slowly retreat

From its nightly incursion to this spot

Where your power stretches to reach.

I hear your call and drive away to follow

Out of town, passing mist covered lake;

Where morning mist hovers in the valley hollow,

And peace is given for mated swans to partake

Whisper to me

With your salted scent

Invade my mind, gently

Wrap me with your beauty’s hint……

Passing more picnic grounds where

Only a deer and fawn graze peacefully

Their own picnic on dewy grass, unaware

Of the power and beauty that awaits me.

While the messenger fog backs away still

I wind around hills and valleys, velvet brown

Tendrils of grey beckoning with secrets to tell

Till on my final climb I view the surrendered ground...

Whisper to me now

In your softly muted roar

Of power and beauty endowed

And crashing crescendo of your shore....

Majestic blue and green, white foam flecks;

Stretch mightily to the fading grey sky

Then fall forward upon the long sandy neck,

Caressing it gently, molding it as time goes by.

To see such power and gentleness, in turn,

I marvel as the whispering surrounds my soul,

Entwining me in magic, making my heart forever to yearn

For sights, sounds and wind blown spray, seen from this sandy knoll...

Whisper to me..

Call me to your distant shore;

Speak softly of where I need to be

Pull my soul to where it was once before……