As You Speak

Speak, my sweet as the world be at my feet and sound be only heard with the touch of my finger let dawn be not a moment but the unfolding of a day where hope like the sun about to rise lingering in its newness let day be unhurried strolling to completion hours spent devising tasks propelling notions rich with purpose for the after let night erase the day’s demands easing softly caressing where silence holds seeding fertile promises on the morrow Speak, my beloved let truth bear weight upon your tongue rest pearls upon my aural bed to savor

As you speak, I will listen as though hearing prayer.