Faint Whispers

There is but a whisper left
a faint tiptoe or two.
I've softly wept
and felt the gentle touch of you.
I saw a shadow in my dream,
a silhouette
A radiance from a moonbeam
a faint voice in my head.
Traces trickle down my spine
ever so slight
a tenderness to my rhyme
holding to memories in the night.
A whisper across my lips
A tingle of my skin
Drink of my thoughts in tiny sips
I hear your voice wooing again.

Note: I wrote this about 2 to 3 months ago and I am sure you know it is for you..I showed it to you once before, but it is an important piece to me and I hold it dear. I hope is it for you as well.