Saturday, September 25, 2010

Of Longing and Missing

Your picture flashes again,
Not even a question when
I find it lovely as it appear
As it is your consoling cheer
All day I wonder where you are
But God! I hope not too far!

I flew and unto beyond
Only to wake…dreaming a fond.
Yet I visited a land of flowers,
Of roses, tulips, and those from the ethers.
A dozen red I held be given
But even a million wouldn’t suffice even.

Walking on the line of passer-by
Holding your hands may have a try.
And maybe to dine under the starry night,
the portrait of vespers and candle light.
An olden film after…‘til morning coffee brew
O! Wait I’m thinking but a much…
I must be really missing you.

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