HE'S HERE
By Wendy : Shywalker

A rustle of the leaves,
he is coming.
No; but in my mind his is.

A whisper of the wind,
he is talking.
No; but in my ears he is.

A caress of breeze,
he lips touch me cheek.
No; but on my skin he is.

An echo of sound,
he's smiling and laughing.
No; but in my heart he is.

A feeling of breath,
he lives.
Yes; in my soul he does.