I sense you there, in the dark
Petite, lithe, stormy eyes, lovely.
I hear your tears
Sail soft on your cheeks.
Sadness travels an ocean south
Riding waves like valiant messengers
Ears beckon to hear the words
Soul craves the gentle touch.
Dreams nestle your chin on my chest
Scent – exhilarating, touch – divine
Dance, oh the dance,
Silence, made thunder
Fingers thrill in the stroke of your hair
Damp shoulder, monument to trust
Completion, companion, compatriot, friend
I lend you my hand in the words I send
Allow hope to stir in your beautiful heart
Allow peace a chance, a brace, a start
Please, please receive kindness and know
Love sprouts in odd places and aspires to grow.
She once wrote me these words, addressed to this then untitled poem, “Forgive me Michael… Just write your beautiful poems… please promise me, you’ll never stop. Every word speaks to my heart. Just write…. it’s the highest form of loving.”
Writing. It’s power should never be discounted. It’s worth should never be questioned.
I am grateful for Ayesha’s support, wisdom, and strong influence on my life which in turn enhances my writing.