I am But a Whisper in The Wind

I am but a Ghost writer dancing in the billowing breeze of the sweet melody of songs inked upon the pages of time..

WITHIN GOD’S LOVING HANDS

I watched the sun setting by the indigo lake
In the dusk of bright starry night,
And the water dance ripples of love
Upon, its orange sky that painted its hue of
Orange and yellow delight!
The taste of sweet tangerines
Still upon my dry parched lips!

Frozen now in my step upon the wooden
Man-made walkway
Gazing out beyond my eyes’ view ,
I could feel myself softly stepping upon
The billowing, colorful sky’s canvas ,
Colors of autumn leaves
formed like the clay in a desert
One would expect to see there.

My God, how sweet the silence here
Hardly an insect sound all hushed now ,
By this aura created by God’s hands…
In the dawning of night,
It is here I contemplate on life
And it’s worldly things, and I realize
Money can’t buy such beauty transformed

Within God’s hands!

An artist can’t quite capture its beauty
Painted upon canvas
And a poet can’t quite convey this feeling
Of serene in just mere words…
A photograph saved forever can’t remember
This moment in time…
By the quiet cool blue water…

While she sings her song of lover’s embrace!

To have lived in this moment is to capture
within my heart and soul what pictures
And words could never paint
For the words do not ripple against
The wet embankment
And the poet can’t paint this sacred vision

Held within God’s hands…

If I could, I would place you here beside me
Gazing up into the tangerine filled night ,
And have you watched millions of ripples flowing
Sweetly towards you…
Have you heard the sweet silence falling
Upon, the stars that brightly shine as a flickering light!

And when you leave this place, you too will carry
A deep sadness
To have to leave this moment
Lived…
Held within God’s loving hands!

Eva Marie Cagley©

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