The Clairaudio Dream Poem by Charlotte Riley

Down in my deepest, darkest dreams;
I wake to an unfamiliar voice
Unusual as it seems.

I cannot recall,
Her mysterious words;
Which reach out to me through this ordinary world.

Have I lost her secret?

She whispered to me...

I have faith in her
Although I cannot see

Her gentle whisper,
Still awaits my reply.
Before sunset awakens my mind,

T'was a puropse for her presence
And I prey she will not leave me behind.



January 2009 - This is about a sixth sense, hearing things which don't belong, hope that clears up to you a bit more about what the poem means.