I came upon a barn.
Empty and forsaken,
On this long forgotten farm.
My haven I had found.
Until the time the storm had passed,
Then I'd be homeward bound.
Crying out their rage.
The wind whipped and rain lashed,
Natures own rampage.
Shivering there I stood.
I turned and lay down in the hay,
A haven warm and good.
I didn't hear the sound.
A whispering voice that said the words,
"At last, my love I've found."
My body in your arms.
I failed to feel the sweet caress,
Your spoken magic charms.
Held there by your side.
Bound safely in your strong embrace,
Till the storm that raged subsides.
So tender, loving, kind.
Encompassed by a magic spell,
My aching heart you bind.
As the love you yearned for, long.
You cast your words into my mind,
The spell you weave, so strong.
My heart, it feels a loss.
I make my way toward my home,
Whilst searching for the cause.
For something lost I yearn.
So that same night, to ease my plight,
To that lonely barn, I must return.
I know this is the thing to do.
So in this cold deserted room,
I wait to feel, the whisper of you....
