Thursday, March 10, 2011


Mostly I feel you in the blanket of mist
As it hangs in a moody shroud
Over the fields where once we kissed
Beneath a moon-brushed cloud

Mostly I feel you where raindrops weep
As they glide ‘cross the windowpane
Where aching memories will not sleep
And in them I touch you again

Mostly I feel you where shadows lay
Like etchings on the grass
Before the flowers fell away
In frozen streams of glass

Mostly I feel you in the sigh
Of soft twilight’s deepening hush
Where dark still-life pastures lie
Beneath the artist’s muted brush

Mostly I feel you deep-within
Like a trembling melody
Seeping into everything
For somehow you are part of me


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