Whispers Across Time

BY CAROLE NICHOLS


The gentle breeze comes to me,
Across time and space and distance;
A teasing breath with hints of cinnamon,
And my mind opens without resistance.

The voices come, soft, but clear,
Traveling across some unseen sea;
Echoes of words spoken long ago,
By departed souls so dear to me.

When I hear the sound of gentle music,
Whispering notes of wisdom in the air;
I'm suddenly surrounded by all their love,
I want those voices to linger there.

Then they come to me, together they speak,
And tell me with a hint of laughter;
They are always here and will forever be,
There are no doors in the here-after.

And I'm filled with such a happy thought,
The ones I miss are just a whisper away;
In the cinnamon scented breeze I can feel,
Filling me with their love each day.