Perched on my shoulder,
you whisper in my ear.
Never really directing,
to take me somewhere.
Just a soothing voice,
with words that care.
I feel the calm of your presence,
running as fingers,
through my hair.
Your warm breath alights;
soft touch on my cheek.
I pray for the moment,
you’re not going anywhere.
For left to my own devices,
I know how I’d fair.
Not free to truly roam,
without you always there.
So, I hope you’ll always find me,
when I sit for a spell.
And I in turn, promise,
to search out your presence,
If you’ll always be there.