Thoughts of a Loved One......

No sound of footsteps on the floor
No tender arm around me
No slight creaking of a door
How is it that you found me?

My eyes are open wide as day
I know I am not dreaming
I cannot turn my face away
The silent air is teaming.......

.....with images and memories
and whispers soft and low
How is it that you come to me
Within the twilight’s glow?

For how with door and shutter drawn
And bolt and lock in place
How is it that I look upon
Your kind and lovely face?

Too long, too long I've missed you so
I draw your arms around me
Tell me dear, I need to know
How is it that you found me?

Janet~