Whispers

Whispers by Gaston L'Montaigne& Raven
In dreams he comes to me,
In the light of the moon
I see him and joy floods my soul,
Ending the loneliness there.

I feel him whisper my name
On a cheek,
As his kiss descends
To that place behind my ear, his haven.
His name immediately lost
In the halls of my subconscious.

With warm tender lips
He kisses away the
Salty evidence of
Sadness away.

Tender lips and tender kisses
Will you stay with me?
You take your place in carnal form
Yet you do not stay with me.

Stay with me and hold my hand
Talk with me for a while
Stay in the light of the sun.

I wake to the sun's early glow
Through morning mists,
And in loneliness I cry
For he is only an illusion
Created within dreams.
Yet as I know this,
I know he will be waiting
With his promis of joyful union.

-Gaston L'Montaigne & Raven1746
(JAB & KLM)


***I would like to thank Gaston for his help in this poem...You are a great friend, and I appreciate your help on this. I realize that this came at a bad time in your personal life, and I am sorry for asking for your help now, but you did a great job. I owe you for your help, and teaching this Raven a new lesson...trusting in others. Thank you!
-Raven