I hear a subtle whisper,
and it sends my spine a chill,
I hear the same old song play,
the one that bears me ill,
I look for other signs of,
you here within these walls,
I listen for the sound of,
your voice as darkness falls,
I feel a gentle breeze go,
so sweetly by my face,
then move the lovely flowers,
left in our favorite vase,
I watch a lovely night bird,
glide swiftly to my sill,
I so dearly want to touch him,
to not-
against my will,
I will always look for you dear,
down these empty halls,
I will always hear your sound love,
as true love always calls,
I know your shadows dancing,
it moves in perfect grace,
your images of leather,
are bound in ancient lace,
You dance upon these walls here,
an in every sacred place,
A heart can possibly ever keep.
Ma Cherie © 2017
Wow...idk, came outta nowhere and for my dead ones. Thoughts? ❤ u all & many thanks as always- hope you all have a beautiful day.
