A Pin Drops

My breath holds in ultimate silence awaiting to hear your whisper.

I stare at the ground and count the many directions in which you guided my lighted hopes.

Places beyond my reach-

a distance that can only be smelled from a scope.

Within my room do i sit in darkness?

Or does darkness sits within thine temple?

I want to be humble,

I want to prosper,

I want to be your dimple.

The dimple that sits amongst a pondering forest of perfection....YOUR FACE!

Baby please cry for me and bless me with a purified tear.

I grow anxious........

feel the tremble of my lips for that taste.

Love and devotion rids my fears.

My head rests against dead silence awaiting to hear your whisper1

A Pin drops

D.Sharp