Monday, August 29, 2005


she comes to me
in my dreams
hands touch my face
her eyes : the light
her smile embraces me
her gentle touch
her soft skin
fingers trace the contours of my face
my eyes close
i feel safe, calm, and at peace
her breath is a gentle breeze of the morn
her voice is a crystal shower dancing
as she whispers my name
but she is called away
she leaves me here alone
in my silent solitude

© 2001 thomas bates

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