I Hear You

In the quiet of the morning

In the coolness of the early hours

I feel your presence, sense your spirit

I am lifted by your memory

Quietened by your absence

I taste your kisses in the breath of the dawn

Feel your caresses in the ghostly mists

See your face in the rising day

Lose myself in thoughts of you

I hear you, hear your gentle voice

Carried on the winds of time

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You are brought to me upon the exhale of the day

Through the murmurs of morning

I hear you, hear your quiet words

Ringing in my memory

Sounding out the hours and the days

Counting all the minutes

Since I felt your touch upon me

I hear you, laying out your secrets

Seeking from my soul

The hidden words of my heart

I hear you, hear your mind at work

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Drawing from the well of memories

I hear you, hear your breathing

In the chorus of the waking world

In the rousing sounds of life

I feel your presence, sense your spirit

Am drawn to thoughts of you

Reminded of the distance

I hear your voice, soft upon the breeze

Feel your touch in the warmth of the early rays

See your smile in the golden hues

Abandon myself to dreams

© Ann Bagnall 2014.