I lie here awake, thinking of you.
The gentle whisper of a voice
not soon forgotten. I remember
cherry blossoms swooning
to the rhythm of wind, the day
I felt your subtleties, lightening,
a child’s smile, my first gesture
to usher in your song, a melody
consuming this voice, once empty.
You ended a deep sleep with a kiss
of purpose, freeing this rooted tree,
bound to a soil of restless thought.
And although I can never see you,
I feel the breeze between my leaves,
an ancient dance, slow and mystical.
As each moment slips into a day,
you keep raising me in consciousness
above shadow of doubt and fear.
I feel your gust, opening me in Love,
a breathing in, that exhales my frailties
and makes them a supple strength,
a quality of your everlasting peace.
~ salvatore vionito