WHISPERS OF MY DREAMS


Gazing into my green hued windows,
You're entering the realm of mind, 
Peering deeply within my own soul,
You now bask in all that you find.

I hear the whispers of my dreams,
Ask to open the door of my heart,
Wanting entry into a room of love,
There is a hesitation at the start.
 
Shall I permit you to win my love,
Daring me to experience this joy,
I see in the windows of your soul,
That you do not simply see a toy.

Soothing words of a profound love,
So very softly whispered in my ear,
Gently caressing my inner feelings,
Your presence is felt without fear.

With care you nurture a flower bud,
Giving it the touch needed to grow,
Not a shadow is cast by your light,
The bud opens with a flowering show.

Release the nectars and sweet scents,
With the soft caresses of your touch,
Sharing in the whispers of my dreams,
This is forever, I love you so much!


Belda J. Lynds   ©