Whisper On A Breeze

There’s a void where the voice of love is missing,

Though it’s present still, it’s lonely and afraid,

Like a child bereft of toys and comfort, silent, waiting

For a glimpse of dawn to make the shadows fade.

There’s a vacant sign above the hearts that feel this,

As if love will ne’er enter there again,

That easing passage to the pining chambers

Will always be a path that’s fraught with fear and pain.

There’s a wind though that wends its way between, among us,

A breath of love that whispers into fissur’d hearts

Forever pouring forth from airy fountain,

Carrying love on breeze to bring voice back.