Whisper To Me
~~Whisper to me my angel, so that only I can hear;
Send me sounds of softness, and let me know you’re near!
Maybe use a gust of wind, or a bird up in a tree;
Somehow you need let me know, that you’re still down here with me!
My heart was broke in pieces, the night you went away;
I’ve tried to get it back in shape, but it hurts more every day!
The pain of you not being here, is more than I can bear;
For you were always by my side, with joys that we both shared!
Now I plod in loneliness, my heart hunts for its’ mate;
But nothing now can please it, nothing can “it” sate!
I think about tomorrows, but I never see the sun;
I try to hide in corners, but I’ve nowhere left to run!
So whisper softly in my ears, help make me whole again;
I need you for protection, myself I can’t defend!
I’ll wait to hear your message, sent softly down to me;
And when it finally gets here, how happy shall I be!
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Comments
Wow! Very impressive and powerful write!
:) Your new fan and follower...Dan
Hi Dan,
The second you mentioned this poem, I remembered writing it so many months ago, close to the one year anniversary of losing my little angel. Whenever someone reads a tribute I have written to him, and comes back with such beautiful commentary, it brings untold joy to my heart. Thank you my dear, Dan.
Peace and Love,
xox Larry
Simply beautiful my Larry, my darling. You send your love so beautifully out to little Nico and I just know that he is still there and still protecting you, and watching over you. He is showing you that he is still with you by helping you in your writing, and he is helping you cope without him in that way. I just know that he is so very, very proud of his daddy and he loves your writing so much that he`s fit to burst with pride and love.
I lost my little white terrier who I adore totally, Oscar in 2010, he was 15 and my pet name for him is Oskyposk. He was attacked by another bigger dog. He couldn`t survive it because of his age and his poorly heart. But I was very lucky to have him visit me in a vision one day near the anniversary of his death, and he licked my face just like he used to do. That was my first psychic vision and it brought so much relief and joy, although it was just for a split second, just enough time to let me see him clearly. Visions are real and most of them come in dreams when you are at your most relaxed state. So when they happen you can be sure that they are real. I have had many visions of Andrew and my parents. I didn`t even know that I was psychic until my mum died and came to me in a vision, that`s why I meditate because that helps me to receive them.
This is another beautifully well written, gorgeous letter in poem form to a beautiful little soul and he loves you for it deeply, just as I do too.
God bless
G xx
My Dear Georgina,
We are remarkably alike, beginning with the meditation, which I have been doing since the 1980's, and to the psychic visions which I have been having since I was a little boy. It has only happened once, but at the epitome of an intense meditation almost 30 years ago, I had an out of body experience.  I, like you, believe in the spiritual contact with our dearly lost soulmates. I think we have always been destined to meet.
All my love,
Larry
You are so right, we were meant to meet even if it`s only on the net! It`s better than nothing isn`t it sweetie?!
G xx