WHISPERS ON A BREEZE
In the silence,
I listen.
for the softest utter
of a word.
I listen for the sweetest,
words ever heard.
A rustling breeze interrupts
my meditation.
Did I only imagine,
the sweet sensation?
the whispers on
the breeze?
Where you really there,
proclaiming
to love me?
Have I let my imagination,
run away with my heart?
A fluttering leaf in my face,
causes me to start.
The distraction makes me cry out.
And in my journey,
I suddenly pause.
With words still undeciphered,
I feel at a loss.
I strain to hear the words,
that will bring me to my knees.
Sadly I fear,
they are lost.
As whispers on a breeze.
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