Whispers

I can hardly hear it.
Is there really something?
Imagination?
Illusion?
I think it’s just the wind…

I can hardly feel it
the wind moving
subtle
I smiled.

The drops of water
seeping
it’s soaking
silently
I hardly notice.

Hush… hush…
I’m here.
It’s real.

Listen
Feel
Love

​The whispers are real.

This is a poem in the book 'Still Elusive Love'. Love whispers, love invites. Sometimes, the noise in our lives drowns out its whisper. Sometimes, our doubts shout above love. When you feel peace and joy, in subtleness, there is love. Listen to the whispers.

Still Elusive Love is a collaborative work with Evelyn Dumag-Gabinete. She's such a passionate poet and it was really my pleasure working with her.