Love's Whispers
by LateNiteFantasy©
Love's Whispers
In the quietness of the early morn
before the first ray of the coming day
I sit in the solitude of my own thoughts
and think lingering thoughts of our time well spent
A soft touch on my shoulder
The gentle stroke of her hand on my hair
The tension drains like so much sand in an hourglass
Within the darkness I hear the whisper of her voice
Simple words with heartfelt meaning
Slowing a cool breeze through the raging heat of my soul
And in doing so causing me to smile into the darkness
Knowing that she sees and feels the softening of my face
My hand touches the dim curve of her hip
The rustling of covers
She turns to me…..and without waking….melds into me
Her dreams the ones of light
As I stare into the darkness
Smiling….knowing….
The murmurs of her sleep
are Love’s Whispers
