I have greeted my master with this hidden frown. <br />Through storm lit eyes I have heard his sound. <br />The calling whisper of the night wind's song. <br />Dancing, enchanting me, bringing me home. <br />The rise of the moon is my talisman mark. <br />Across this land two souls do park. <br />In silence I await my deadly prey. <br />Awakening only when fear is away. <br />A solitary tear to which I cry. <br />A breathless kiss to my soul he replied. <br />Again, I greet my master’s touch. <br />With perfect love and perfect trust.<br /><br />A.J. McKinley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-master-s-touch-2/
