Soft Whispers
I heard the voice of an angel
whispering in my ear, whispering
soft sweet nothings, it all seemed
so very clear.
I wake and I wonder what spell am
I under that this whispering angel
should visit my slumber.
Her voice did not startle nor did
I feel fear for I wanted to sleep
and to have her come near.
Again I lie sleeping alone in the
night, dreaming this sweet angel
is holding me tight.
A dream in a dream is what it
may seem, but her whispers
did fill this frail heart with
a gleam.
For my heart had been broken,
broken and torn, her warmth and
her laughter helped pull that
sharp thorn.
I may never know the taste of her
lips or a warm tender touch from
her soft fingertips, but this angel
is precious, more precious than gold,
and a place in my heart forever I'll hold.