Whispers On The Pillow Poem by T. Alfred Norman

Tonight a voice so calm and gentle,
A voice lives within me.

Subtle, smooth and spiritual, confirming rites and righting wrongs
Whispers on my pillow, at times they go unnoticed
Sunny shadows, in the hills there by the still meadows
The fields of daisies where love made us crazy
So I thank thee for thou lovely song.

Be not far from me, harmonious voice
Vex me and sail my sorrows away.

Day by day, dusk to morning
Receiving God's grace.
A whispered breath on my face sends chills,
I hear again at night, without choice

As the daily grace found a place on my pillowcase,
Under light from the lips of warm Providence.

Quietly controlling the mood, a sharpened rhapsody
These whispers, but now an itch crawling on my skin
Betwixt me and the sheets, scratch and mold and fold the pillowcase.

My inner being, belongs to feeling, focused on seeming
And dreaming, emotions tossed in the sea by the melody
And the rhythms of a whispering lady.

The only worthy potion, resting in the feathers, falling
From swans and geese, as my head sinks freely
Toward the proud pillow and a wonderful whisper-
'Good night'.