Just day-dreaming.

Kindred Spirits.

I miss him more every day,
But there is a way
I have
of knowing when he is near
in thought.
My skin starts to tremble
and burn,
my senses waver and sway
then endlessly
weird alerts ring in my mind
and churn.
A tender emotional
knot, tied deep down inside
rises and bursts
into small desperate sobs
that silently cease
and die away.
Kindred spirits survive by
unknown codes
when hungry desires pull and
eat at the soul.
While I cannot do anything
to invoke his call
I am always convinced that
I know when
he is only a whisper away.

patspoems
This was beautiful Fay - thank you so much for sharing... pat

Rani Turton
Lovely lines easy to emphatize with, Fay.

Ron Peat
Ah, spirit does not die but lingers with love within our midst. A lovely sentiment with a deeper understanding about what we truly are. Love this Fay. well done. The cadence of long and short lines again is just profound to the tone of the poem. A poet friend//RH Peat

Debs
Wow this is such a touching piece Fay. I liked these lines ...I am always convinced that I know when he is only a whisper away.

wombat
Brilliant!

Patrick McFarland
The bonds of love are truly the strongest bonds of all. A beautifully written poem Fay.

RAJ NANDY
Through your lines you add a sense of realism to your poetic thoughts ! -Raj

carol
some do just know i believe

Frank James Ryan Jr./FjR
Most spiritual in tone...And tho' i'm not a big supporter of the concept...your well placed, eloquent words do make an excellent case for the ponderingm my dear ! \\\FjR///

JoAnn McGrath
I hope what you say is true sounds wonderful