Soft Whispers


Carry me away
soft whisper
to the promised places
you quietly speak of
in muted tones
and enticing words.

For today,
I am tired, cold.
My realities
hammer thru me.

Tell me again.
I want to hear
of the green grass,
the soft wind
that's warm and gently blows.

For today,
Scared and broken,
mind torn in fragments
my soul dissolves.

Tell me again of the
salty smell of the ocean.
The grainy feel of earth
beneath my feet.

For today,
I am worn, bitter
confused.

I Long ...
for the promise
in the soft whisper
to carry me away

Copyright © 2004, Kim Campbell