Whispers From the Heart
In dream my questions are answered
My worries are our alive.
Life is painted in vivid illumination- surrounded by the pitch of night.
Cold hands caress me instance after entrance into a drowning silence of darkness
my body floats
My mind bend free.
I closed my eyes.
The tumbler of my conscious unlocks and the restraint unbolts.
Limb and vulnerable
Exposed, yet shielded
Here in the pitch of night is where I am most welcome.
For a breath, I wait and then slowly they visit from all sides
In hush tones, they call out to;
Some remind me of deeds undone
Some of mistakes meant to learn
Some of hopes meant to accomplish
But all with a voice calm and sharp.
Whispers of the heart.
Do you believe in whispers?
The sweet nothings.
The warmth of breath on your ear.