Led on a detour,
finds each step of the journey a
travel through a jungle of the unknown.
I awoke to the morning,
no sun yet in sight,
fluffed my pillow and
held it tight.
Heart felt whispers,
that only I hear,
speak of a love of
one who cares.
Distance like mountains,
stand in the way,
parting hearts
with clouds of gray.
No tears, no heartache
or sorrow to be found,
yet rain from a storm,
keeps falling down.
I am frightened and lonely
what should I do?
When I reach in the darkness,
while reaching for you.
~
I speak not of whispers
released from my lips,
the words of love are
not hinged upon a kiss.
The whispers that you hear,
the whispers soft and sweet,
released from the heart,
created out of memories.
1 comment:
I love all your writings, Rachel.
I am sorry if I do not always have time to comment.
I am so busy these days.
I will try harder.
x
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