Whispers of Love
By afire, JVP Op on 02/12/07

Whispers of Love

I see you when I open the closet door
Empty hangers where your life once hung
Empty shoes that litter the floor
So many songs still left unsung.

Dreams are crushed
Like light bulb glass
And the implosion
Floods our mind,
Is nothing sacred?
Our child dies
And we are left behind.

Part of my spirit left that day
To guide my son to the light
Part of my spirit left that day
When life grabbed my heart
And took a bite.

The heart is slow to heal
Its a muscle severely bruised
But for a muscle to recover
It needs only to be used

So allow your heart to shine
Wherever you may go
Let your heart beat rule the day
And allow the love to grow

Live love, be love, look for love
Imbue it in what you say
And even though our child died
The love does not go away.

It is then that our soul shall recover
And we can sigh without a cry
Knowing our child is right beside us
Their spirit didn't die.

They seek from us
What we seek in them
Just a moment
To be as one again

They have the need just as we
To feel that love
That tingles the soul,
A connection made, a circuit complete
In our togetherness we are the whole

Whispers of love are everywhere
My lost child now is found
And although his body is forever gone
My soul can hear his song

Music to my ears
When he leaves a penny on the floor,
An orchestra in my heart
When he whispers through the door.

Turn the light on, turn it off
He speaks to me in metaphor
Using what ever that he can
To let me know that there is more

There is more to life than life
Death is not an end
And I find comfort
In the messages; whatever he can send.

Spirit lives on as pure energy
Its in our hearts we find the switch
To turn on that connection
And receive that special gift.

Knowing that love is eternal
And that life is just a dance
Will not provide answers to the whys
But can give us a second chance

To chance to say what's in our hearts
And to listen with our soul
Finding solace in a dialogue
No one else could know

Whispers of love
Are just that,
Gentle murmurs
We hear in our despair
And we know deep in our soul that love never dies
- our child is always there.