• alisdaire_ocaoimph 5w

    The little sound

    It is not much
    That holds me
    But what there is
    Is soft upon my soul.
    Its like a fresh spring morn
    That grips to breath
    Fills the lungs
    To the cool vibrant air
    Its here in the tender whisper
    That entices this space
    This moment
    To the whole of being
    The little sound
    That transfixed me
    Drew and held
    Till filled bright
    Like the morning sun
    I rose to the glory
    Of the words she said
    "I love you."

    Alisdaire O'Caoimph