You come to me
Softly
Like waves upon the wind
In ever-present murmurs
Of the sea
There are no words
But I listen, and you speak...
Perhaps
Our souls do the talking
Quietly
Behind our turned backs
And hold each other's hand
While we're not looking
But their gentle satiety
Brings me smiles
For I feel the love flow
Unrestrictedly
In whispers, upon the wind....

© MS