Murmurs
This murmuring bed whispers your name
and I, restless upon it dreaming
toss and turn in searching
my hands reaching for the loved one
now gone, but not forgotten
a subtle reminder in my unconscious
of love's tender ministries
And when I awake, still looking
with eyes half closed and smiling
I feel the strength to go onward
into the day, refreshed by your visit
of nocturnal sweet murmurs
and whispers of yesterday
©1995 Terry Schorer