Speak Softly Words (Sonnet #299) Poem by Tina Baaklini

Speak softly words I long to hear anew,
Of moonlit shores, of dreams in distant lands.
Your voice, a breeze that stirs the morning dew,
Brings peace I found none but in your warm hands.

Tell me of mountains climbed to reach my side,
Of tempests braved, of nights devoid of light.
Let every vow, like waves in swelling tide,
Resound within my soul with echoes bright.

No symphony rivals your whispered tone,
No brook that sings, no lark in crimson skies.
Your every word, a seed in me full-blown,
Breathes life within my heart that never dies.

O soulmate, you're the muse my verses seek,
Your voice—a song my soul will ever speak.

Copyright © Tina Baaklini