Whisper

His voice was a whisper, soft against my warm skin
sending shivers down my spine as I sighed in contentment
His words were sweet and filled with promises he swore to keep
Like the night he was fresh and new filled with mystery
As the petals of a flower he soon faded away,
Swept away from me as I stood and wept for him to return

Each night I wake , I still feel his touch deep in a dream
Hungry for his kisses, I caress my lips with shaking fingertips
Closing my tear filled eyes I whisper his name and cry
I whisper his words, his promises and again his name
I hug myself and pretend it is him, that he has returned

After all these years I still feel his touch in my dreams
I still wake at night and call his name tearfully
As I walk in the night past that special place we shared
I tilt my head back, indulging in the winds embrace
and I call out to the night sky and the sleeping world
Then I speak his name, in a whisper