I HEAR YOUR FOOTSTEPS – poetry compt. entry 2016
I hear your footsteps, so faint
Like a feather hitting a soft red velvet pillow.
I hear them coming with a beating pulse no louder than an eyelash brushing your skin as you awaken.
The footsteps lightly sound, drumming as you grow, soft and hidden.
They have not touched the earth yet but your toes are like perfect pearls, pink and glowing.
I know you are coming, your presence loud but voice small.
Keep marching, coming forward , get stronger, get closer, keep marching.
We await you and we will breathe deeply once your feet wiggle and curl.
© Lindy Campbell