Can you hear my whisper?
What does the wind whisper to you? Listen to the song of the manzanita
tree and the desert holly as we step down the trail towards the late afternoon spring.
There is a lifting up of an accord to heaven on this wash of red sandstone and hematite.
A distant drumming of our heartbeats that pulse together as we walk along the
mesa’s edge.
I catch a glimpse into your eyes while the slightly peering sun squints between feathered clouds; I see the subtle song reflecting from a past that we shared in some distant foreign land whispering of times spent wrapped together in a blanket near the fire on a brisk winter’s evening and of moments that we danced together in the soft hush of the spring morn.
You later searched for me at the rainbows in the sky, watched for me in the thousand winds that blew, and met me in diamond glints of the snow when you thought I was gone. Turn my way and know that I am here and have always been with you.
Do you hear the whisper?
I catch a glimpse into your eyes while the slightly peering sun squints between feathered clouds; I see the subtle song reflecting from a past that we shared in some distant foreign land whispering of times spent wrapped together in a blanket near the fire on a brisk winter’s evening and of moments that we danced together in the soft hush of the spring morn.
You later searched for me at the rainbows in the sky, watched for me in the thousand winds that blew, and met me in diamond glints of the snow when you thought I was gone. Turn my way and know that I am here and have always been with you.
Do you hear the whisper?
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