(A little Song from the Book of Sighs)
I didn’t find you at home
So I left my greeting on your door
Turn the knob with ginger care
I have never heard your song
But I sleep all night
With your voice in my ear
I have never seen your face
But I am forever drawn
By the magnet of your gaze
I am no witness to your dreams
But I am kindred snooper to the sigh
Which pillows your nightly slumber
The farther I have been
The louder the music of your heart. Swallow me now
That I may dwell the softness of your Song
I have left you a prayer
Made of grass; wine brewed
From the rarest dew.
Riddle
I fly without wings
I walk the earth without legs
I bleed when hurt
I laugh like a waterfall
I am the shortest distance between two sighs
Tell me who I am