Softly the day speaks gentle tones to me
Whispering shadows move on by
ushering in the mood of the night
Floating fairy floss of rosey dreams
pretty...fading here from sight
Dreams are merging, drifting
Gently on my mind
Waves of thoughts reverberating
Hues amazing me
How can this calmness ever be
this place of surety
Why such beauty here to feel...
I see above, about
I fly on high
God's hand now sweeping wide
in tender tones
He murmurs low
There, my lovely child,
lay still so prettily
In Me there's all to find
Sleep sweetly now
my dearest one, and know
In dreams tonight, and always
you are forever loved
You are no more alone

Softly Whispered from
Derry's Heart Poems © 2007
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Life does not consist mainly,
or even largely,
of facts and happenings.
It consists mainly of the
storm of thought that is forever
flowing through ones head.

~ Mark Twain ~

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