A Messenger's Whisper

A Messenger’s Whisper by Odin Roark Along love’s rugged shore Forever roams the messenger A plume from on high Floating just above swell’s grasp How often does it dip Twirling its dance of ecstasy Mesmerizing open minds Arresting vulnerable hearts Senses hold their reserve As reason remains elusive The gossamer-message reserved Abiding awakening’s destined time Seasons pass Strained senses remain alert As pinion’s envoy stays vigilant Measuring passion’s longing Having never abandoned shore’s edge A certain sunrise appears Where familiar foot-steady passage Averted ebbs and tides unpredictable Flotation’s direction unknown One feels love’s gentle nature Like a feather brushing The cheek of patience Smiling the nod of acceptance And the smile of joy Opens imagined wings to fly Accepting the long awaited nod to love To soar within the once enigmatic trust Of a messenger’s whisper