A l~u~l~l~a~b~y
or a tired sigh
a chuckle
a laugh
a dam burst open
A SHOUT
a cry
(a secret unopened)
Soft prayers and sleepy groans
or stand-up hairs from guttural moans
But my favorite is the whisper
(through the dark
and in the night)
it's the one that
shouts through tears
"it will be alright"
But my favorite is the whisper
(in the soft gold
morning sun)
it's the one that
wakes my heart and
pulls my strings undone.
But my favorite is the whisper
(in the race
of passing time)
it's the one that
shouts from mountains
you,
my dear,
*are mine.
Thank you to Olivia, who always seems to have the words to stir and reawaken my sleeping heart for poetry. I love you! Xoxo
And to my husband, Jon. Whose voice is my favorite sound, no matter what you are telling me. May I always have open ears and a hungry heart to feast on the words that you gift me <3