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.
