He whispered soft flowers to her ears
She laid on his words and would for years
The problem with whispers is they can be lost in the noise
So was the cause of her withered spirit
He yelled then
“Love, sweet baby, Beautiful, I’m still here.
Listen, dear heart, I’m still giving you all
I’m still trying to call
I’m planting you a vineyard
Where we can read sweet wine
You can take all that’s mine
I want to speak more, Morning
Why won’t you hear?
Darling I started with flowers
But I’m not willing to leave you there
Fight the wind, the distraction
I’m trying to break through, but even on breezeless days
You believe I’ve given up on you
You so easily left
Doubts on each step
You let in the wind
Saying there’s no more
Not trusting when I said don’t walk out that door
But I’m waiting
Bleeding for your return
When my song floods your ears
Will you let me hold you again?
After all those desert years.
By: A.E. Hannigan