Whispers of the Wild Heart

Poem by David Hurlburt

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Trees swaying to the rhythm of the universe
their leaves rustling with ancient secrets
whispers of a love that's been and gone
echoes of a memory that lingers on

In the gentle breeze, I feel your touch
a soft caress that awakens my soul
the scent of blooming flowers, a sweet clutch
a reminder of the beauty that makes me whole

The morning dew, a thousand tiny tears
glistening on the grass, a fragile veil
refracting light, a kaleidoscope of fears
a reflection of the heart that beats and fails

Birds singing their daily hymn of praise
a chorus of joy, a symphony of love
their melodies, a balm to my weary days
a reminder of the beauty sent from above

In nature's breath, I hear your whispered name
a sigh of longing, a heart that beats the same
a yearning for connection, a love that's not tamed
a passion that burns, a flame that's not ashamed

The trees, they stand as sentinels of old
guarding secrets, stories yet untold
their bark, a canvas, etched with lines of gold
a testament to the love that's been and grown

In the rustling leaves, I hear the whispers low
of ancient wisdom, of a love that's yet to grow
a promise of tomorrow, a heart that beats to know
the mysteries of the universe, and the love that makes it whole

The morning light, a golden glow
illuminating all, that's yet to be known
a promise of redemption, a heart that's made to atone
for the love that's been lost, and the love that's yet to be sown

In the gentle breeze, I feel your loving hand
a guiding force, that leads me through the land
a reminder of the love, that's always at my command
a love that's pure, a love that's strong, a love that's grand

In the whispers of the wild heart, I hear your voice
a call to awaken, to the love that makes me whole
a reminder of the beauty, that's always in my choice 
to love, to live, to breathe, to be, to let go.

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David is a passionate poet with a remarkable journey. Despite living with epilepsy, he has cultivated a creative spirit that shines through in his writing. With 14 years of experience, his dedication has led to a notable achievement—a poem selected for publication in the 2024 edition of "From the Heart" by Publications.