Those words he speaks to me,
They sound like a dream
Riding on the wings
Of the past far gone.
But above me he stands
Looking down in shadow
As I wake to the morning,
The curtains still drawn.
His face I cannot see
But I can sense the smile
Warming his features
As he speaks the words
He speaks to me daily.
Like a song repeated
But no less adored,
The words ring clear,
My eyes closing to allow room
For my own contented smile.
A touch, to the cheek,
Warm like the sun of Spring,
I rise to him in shadow,
The curtains blowing open.
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Written January 8th, 2006
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Reminds me of an all-too-familiar feeling. This made me smile and lifted my mood a bit. Thanks for sharing this. This was wicked awesome, keep up the good work!
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I really like this poem...as I simply compare to it in a very lovely manner...Well written...definitely made me smile and think of another person whom I'm fond of. If I can compare to all your writing like this, then you'd definitely go on my favorites list. ^_^ G'day.
~SC~
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