Friday, October 3


the sunshine softly touches your face.
a summer breeze tossles your hair.
tears glisten in your eyes
and i wish that i were there.
i see you as if you're really here.
yet i can't reach to touch your face.
i am just a dreamer
as i dream of your embrace.
almost, now, i feel you touching me.
yet i know this cannot be true
because you're not here with me
and i'm still missing you.
but this image of you sitting there,
the summer sun touching your brow;
this is the only image i have
to keep in my heart for now.
copyright: beth davis

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