Bottled Message
I hear a voice
whispering gently
bring me home
standing on sands
of time
leaving a footprint
upon the soul
holding hands out
in kissing dreams
My fingers reach out
passing yours
a touch softly
sailing an ocean
flowing to you
paradise island
chambers reserved
in a dream
My breath trembles
anticipating inhale
exhale escalating
once kissed
the soul
becomes real
a dazzling treasure
held in chambers
forever more
A little nightingale
flew out
my heart window
resting in yours
Copyright © Liam Mcdaid | Year Posted 2013
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