Your Breath Alone

Whisper in my ear and tell me what was. Caress my hand and fingers to remind me of now. Gently close my eyes so that I may see tomorrow. Smile at me and watch my eyes twinkle. Speak my name and I am not alone. Till and turn the soil of my anger and plant your seeds of love. Sit with me and we’ll have coffee or tea and chocolate, of course. Welcome, sweet muse, sweet melody of my soul. Your presence is most welcome, even when we have no words to say and no words to write. Tonight, your breath alone will be both the pen and the paper.