Listening Poem by Tina Baaklini

My sweet love,

Listening...
I listen to the sound of the wind;
It carries your longing to me.
I listen to the echo of my heartbeat;
It tells a story of yearning to meet.

Listening is what I do,
For it infuses my senses of you.
But when I listen to silence,
I hear echoes from my soul creeping.

I listen to inward vibes,
To my higher self,
To the noise in my head,
To my will that whispers:
Keep moving ahead.

But what I love listening to the most
Is your soft and tender voice,
For I feel my heart smiling,
And the echo of your voice
Keeps resonating within me —
Throughout my heart, mind, and soul.

Copyright ©️ Tina Rizk