He, the whisper in my dreams,
The stalker of my desires
As soft as the wind blows
And fan this burning fire
His essence, unseen, but there
Lingers like the scent of spring rain
Ebbing the shores of my mind
Erasing so much of this pain
Words spoken so very softly,
The pith of my very being
With gentle arms of tenderness
That kept my soul from fleeing
No eyes can I see, nor mouth to touch
A notional creature of my creation
In slumbered bliss, filled with wants
He, the form of all inspiration
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Written August 25th, 2006
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