Silent Whispers blow through the night telling of lost dreams.
I am compelled to stretch my hand out but it reaches nothing.
The wind moves across my face, a memory, a soft touch, your hand warm gently pushes away the cold.
It's pressure reassuring takes my doubts away.
I turn for a kiss but see not your face,
hand out i stumble through the night, hand reaching through the darkness grasping at shadows...
Stopping,
thinking..
Was it just me:
Why do I feel so deeply?
A voice,
your voice echos around me,
vibrates through me,
I do feel you there ,
you are with me ,
your words I have.
~Saebian Frobosh~