When I was 6 Years Old

I feel its gentle whispers, calling my name.
As if my thoughts had been shared.

This is not a bad thing, as sharing is good.

"I will take your deepest secrets and hide
them in my silence,"
Spoke the whispers of the soft breeze.

You are as purple as an amethyst,
And as fragrant as a women’s dresser.
You’re as fragile as broken glass,
As you stare with a caring smile.
Your sweetness soothes the heart of stress.

You stare at me,
Your only concern.
Your deep eyes
See inside my frightened soul.

As dark turns to day,
I know I will always be able to talk to you,
Because you listen without answering.

I hold you when I sleep
With no doubt that you will protect me.

"Come into the softness and tell me
your troubles..."