I heard a whisper across the water
It told of a world where there were wonderous opportunities and all were welcome
Where freedom was valued and compassion was at the core of civilised communities.
A whisper carried by a westerly wind washing the waves across the sand-banks
Calling me home, I longed to drift with it, I yearned for its whisper to be true
For it to wrap me in its comforting promises and relieve me from the pain and suffering of the moment in which I live.
© Alison Jean Hankinson
Day 15 Napowrimo
I don’t know if this poem is finished….perhaps it is an unfinished poem.