I keep it hidden every feeling deep
A private space where my emotions sleep
I say your name in silent, gentle ways
And build a world of remembered days.

A sweet voice in your written word,
A stolen hour, like none I've heard.
Mr. Sunshine you caught my falling hair,
A fleeting joy, I never knew.

This fragile bloom, a whispered grace,
A stolen moment, distance ,time and space
Moment's breath, a held, exquisite dream
The heart's canvas, memory's trace.

No longer fooled by sweet disguise,
She shields her soul from judging eyes.
For trust, once given, now denied,
Leaves only emptiness inside.

I lay before you what my soul can bear,
A simple truth, a breath of living air.
Yet, raise no towers on my earthly dust,
For I am but a hand, in which you trust.

I send my words upon the whispered wind,
A fragile message, hoping it will find
Your listening ear, your heart's receptive space,
To bridge the gap, and time's relentless chase.
Each gust a sigh, a longing to be near,
A phantom touch, to banish every fear.

The path we tread, a winding way,
The garden blooms, or fades to gray,
And in your soul, what flowers sway?