The wind blows
Ever so softly
Tickling my
Neck
And I think it's
You,
Birds sing me
A song
As I think of times
long past
And all of the things
I wish I could
undo,
I take out your
Picture
And set it up
Against your
Stone,
A haunted
memory
Of your voice
I hear
As if your spirit
Wishes to
Make itself
Known,
I know your
with Me
I feel your touch
Against my
Skin,
Love
over shadows
My fear
And I know
That one day
I will see
You again,
©sundust
S