The whisper comes unexpectedly,
like a soft breath on the arch of my neck,
and in afferent surrender the words escape me,
as tiny hairs stand up as if in plea,
my eyes closed, drifting in a mist of release,
where mind in freedom’s flight appease.
The words seem not to form,
a lilting sway of sound like a warm breeze
torn between meaning and a gentle sea,
lulling me to slumber, as I try to focus,
but I feel the intention, the touch,
like an all-encompassing peace.
Are they words of love, a sacred vow,
or just empty promises devoured by providence
before I may hear them,
or is this some memory of love, of loss,
when complicit I may have been in falling,
I the reason for this failure?
My eyes closed still, for I cannot see,
and whisper this breathy voice of angelic seed,
intent on reaching me, my heart fluttering
as warmth invades my every cell,
and love is brimming, welling up
like a fast moving tide.
I float in a numbing state,
where clouds I feel support my meager consciousness,
lost in a focus, a whispered voice,
a soft delivery in a choice I was no given,
and still no sense I find,
no words sublime to settle my curiosity.
And here, in this peaceful ease
I recede into a comfort I’ve not experienced,
a silent light-less peace availed
that is guiding my thoughts to sympathize,
and as I relax my mind, I hear the word to utilize,
and that is ‘love’.
This whispered voice is clear now,
‘love is everything dear’, it says,
and I feel the warmth of heart imparted,
the joy of touch my focus parted
as she leaves me floating in this state,
where life and dreams for me to sate,
do meld into one.
Tony DeLorger © 2018
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