Sweet Nothings

I pull fragments of my dreams out of my center
I carefully knead them with love until they are tender
I tie them with hope and a sign that spells ENTER
They are filled with sweet nothings to get you through winter

So off with the wind, I have to send you my love dear
And if you can imagine, it’s just like I’m whispering in your ear
I stand on my tippy-toes so I make sure you can hear me clear
Then I gently kiss your lips and remind you there’s nothing to fear

© Delia Ross. 2019