Spoken Promises

Spoken promises, not broken as they left your tongue. They are deep within me where there is no escape. At times, words became displaced, and turn about, but not gone. I am the promise, same as you, but with a rightfully difference. Before my breath became me, you knew and patiently waited. You sent for me, faintly smiling as you looked upon my face knowing my worth. You spoke to me through seconds, minutes, hours, days, and years. I never questioned the words you spoke, knowing they were truths. My paths were set, I walked in your steps and followed your voice in the wind. I see you in the clouds now, you are never out of sight. You are me, you dwell in my walk, talk, and the rhythm of my movements. I know this for it becomes unmistakable. Your time has not ended; rest for a while, keeping me in you sight. I must now make my steps on this earth, knowing that you will gently guide my feet as I walk upon your shoulders. I will hear your voice in the wind speaking of promises, not broken as they left your tongue.