~*~
Reflect
each silhouette,
presence of many years,
old memories we have to tell.
I shall cherish our time.
Relationships
are few.
I fear the day
when I see a storm cloud.
I miss you looking back at me.
Sometimes I look around,
and just the birds,
flying,
hovering near.
I see silver fish swim,
and I watch a canoe pass by,
but there is nothing more
than to await
your face.
I wonder, if
clouds ever laughed at us
floating slowly by on purpose.
I wish I could touch your
tempting shoreline,
I would
grace it with love.
I would build sandcastles
of romance, and a moat dug deep.
I would keep your tides low.
I would do this,
for you.
~*~







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