Friday, 31 March 2017

REPLETE


You come to me 
Softly 
Like waves upon the wind 
In ever-present murmurs 
Of the sea 
There are no words 
But I listen, and you speak… 
Perhaps 
Our souls do the talking 
Quietly 
Behind our turned backs 
And hold each other's hand 
While we’re not looking 
But their gentle satiety 
Brings me smiles 
For I feel the love flow 
Unrestrictedly 
In whispers, upon the wind...

MS




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