My whispers dance among the tear drops of joy
As they walk you through your darkest dreams
They call your name from a hallow grave
My whispers await to the beacon call
As they slide thru your veins to your soul
My whispers dance among the tear drops of joy
You have motioned for them to awake the sun
As the colors blend through the skylight
You await for the ground to stir
As you call my name your whispers become a song
Once we are hand in hand I feel the thirst
Because now I understand how I am reborn
And now my tear drops of joy glide to your fingertip
You have changed me to the creature that I am
Once the skylight turns dim it moans to the moon
And the journey will just begin
YOU ARE READING
My Devine
PoetryA poet from the heart to yours, may this inspire, impact and relate to all desires
