Whispers heard on a summer night; as clear as rinsed crystal.
And they tell me I am hearing things.
I wake and a face, which had been close to mine, floats away, fading
and they tell me I was dreaming.
As I sit at the computer, a finger traces a line across my cheek,
a touch rests lightly upon my shoulder.
They tell me I am imagining things.
Mystical music reaches my ears although no radio nor TV is on.
They tell me it is a hallucination.
But, I know that you are there, that you love me, that you care
and I tell them you are real.
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Came back to enjoy this again. It is beautiful.
Thanks for saying so, Sheila! It's actually based on my soul mate who has been haunting me for a couple of months. I've had so many confirmations that it's really him, but many of those close to me patronize me because they think that's better than just saying they don't believe. But, it doesn't matter what they believe, really. Yesterday, I had the biggest, most undeniable, and most surprising confirmation, and it's just awesome. So, because of all that, it warms my heart to know this poem touches someone else, too!