Goodnight
You remember the sound
Of a softly closed door
Silent footsteps on a slippery floor
Both of your voices sung
Words are still in the air
And now night has come, you no longer fear
There's a sense of belonging
In every little touch
It might not be strange, but to you it means much
His hug lifts your feet from the ground
And you've never felt as safe
As you do within this half-stranger's embrace
YOU ARE READING
Whispers of the wind
PoetrySome of my poems :) They are not very good, but mostly I write them to get rid of emotions.
