by Sue Garrard

Created on: April 23, 2008

I hear you when I walk alone amidst a shroud of pine
Draping branches cradle me as if to say, "You're fine."

I hear you when the birds awake and break into their song
Solos in a pre-dawn choir, crescendoing 'til strong

I hear you at the un-hemmed shoreline, in the coming of each tide
Tenaciously you surge ahead, a rhythm in your stride.

I hear you on a chocolate night, unwrapping a rising moon
Scheming shadows run with fear when you light my darkened room

I hear you in a pre-storm gust, which startles all at rest
Swirling chaos sweeps my path, uncovering what is best

I hear you when I'm listening, when I watch and when I see
I hear you when I hear myself, your soul talks just to me

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