Whispers On You Pillow... Poem by WIN VENTURA

When the world is hushed and shadows sleep,
I tiptoe gently where your sorrows weep.
No need to speak, I feel the ache—
Each breath you take, each silent quake.

I trace your dreams with hands of air,
A presence felt, though none are there.
I press my love into your night,
Like moonlight hugging edges tight.

Your name I say without a sound,
In every breeze that wraps around.
And when your lashes kiss your skin,
I slide beside, and fold you in.

No one may see, no voice may know,
But I am there, soft as the glow
Of ancient stars that learned your name—
The one I love, without shame.

So sleep, my soul, let sadness fly.
I'll guard your tears before they dry.
And when you wake, still lost, undone—
I'll be your whisper, your warmth, your sun.

By: - WIN VENTURA