Whispers in the Wind

The voices beckon – urgent, grave,
She leans forward – puzzled, brave,

The voices seduce – sultry, bold,
She hesitates – nervous, cold,

The wind gets stronger – swifter still,
The pressure mounts against her will,

The sun gets colder – shadows fill,
Her heart beats faster - time stands still,

The breeze surrounds her – warmth and pain,
The past takes hold of her once again,

The voices call out – insistent, old,
She turns around – unsure-hold,

The voices whisper – tender, kind,
She blinks: once, twice - all in her mind.

The Little Things

From words to deeds,

My prayer,

My creed,

Today and tomorrow,

I will hold you,

I will love you,

The little things that matter

I will do,

I promise to,

For when it's time to say goodbye,

We will have,

We will hold

On to little things that mattered,

To you

And me

Together, a pact let's make

For

Our sakes,

In death, find peace, not sorrow.

The Journey – Part IV: Peace and Goodwill

I surge ahead on a path of clarity,

Form a relationship of fragile parity,

Between twin souls – darkness, light,

Peace and goodwill, the gifts of sight.

The Journey – Part III: Surrender

I surrender to the storm within,

A force of nature to reckon with,

I surrender while I’m alive still,

Lest I forget both reason and will.

The Journey – Part II: Inner Dream

I drift on cloudy thoughts and dreams,

On memories that shift at the seams,

I see a void – transient, deep,

Venture in through the fissures of sleep.

The Journey – Part I: Turmoil

I toss and turn as darkness falls,

No cloaks of comfort to recall,

I toss and turn on stormy seas,

Inner wisdom just out of reach.

Entity

From beyond the grave you found me,

A melody – lost and lorn,
Your skeletal fingers caressed me,
My life – no more my own.

From beyond the grave you touched me,
Nameless, forgotten soul,
Your lips of moss – brushed me,
A sigh – my last breath whole.

And as the moon glides softly by,
My breath, on wings, the breeze does find,
Dust to dust,
Petals crushed,
The fragrance fresh, once mine - not mine.

From beyond the grave you saved me,
A whisper – tender, true;
Your breath I felt beside me,
As my soul journeyed t’wards the new.