A Whispering Voice

As gentle winds blow through somber grass

Warm air stirs and swirls as I breathe the silky air

The soft caress of rising dawn bathes my skin twixt night and day

While emotion stirs from a place I daren’t go

 

The crisp and bitter crackle of birds chirping rings aloud

The aroma of warming earth fills my nostrils as a smile’s nearly born

Am I sinking in this Heaven, this warm and sweet place

Or am I cracking e’er so softly, as the emerging hatchling in its twiggy nest?

 

‘Awake, arise, become,’ slides warm across my ears

Like sweet illusion, a mirage just out of reach

‘Emerge, accept, embrace,’ welcomes my heart now to step free

And the smiling voice that wakes me comes in your tender whispering

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