Is it you, I hear whispering on the gentle breeze?
Is it you, I can hear in the cold shivering of trees?
Is it you, pulling around me the ribbons of night?
Soft teasing & tickling my dreams, till dawning of light.
Is it you, caressing & willing the curtains to dance?
Is it you, whom I see in shadows, or merely chance?
Is it you, unseen & tossing the odd coins at my feet?
Is it you, disappearing round corners of every street?
Is it you, whom I feel planting kiss upon my wet cheek?
Is it you, giving me strength when I feel sad & so weak?
Is it you, blowing white feathers across my trod path?
Is it your voice, which I hear in that lost fleeting laugh?
And what about those words I hear in the singing of song?
Is that you serenading me, or could…
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