Silent Whisper Morning Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell

The morning falls like a silent whisper upon the land,
with the clouds stealing in like a thief upon the flowers;
and the faint mist that is rising like a gossamer hand
touches the verdant blades of grass and the blooming bowers.

I wrap my arms about me and think of times now gone by
when I shared my mornings with you wrapped in a robe of fire.
Love grew as high as a hanging mistletoe in the sky,
and thirsty lips drank from one another their heart's desire.

Alas! I am incarnate in a world lost without you,
and I drift through empty days like a feather without wing.
I drink the water of your voice like buttercups in dew.
The memory of it haunts me, the song you used to sing.

Having loved you once before makes the dead past live again,
and my earth-born spirit lives and breathes in happier spheres.
I shall search forever through wind and waves, the mist and rain.
I shall walk forever with the smile of you in my tears.