the view...

without you,
the view remains,

waiting...

for those to see that can.

eyes reach out,
slowly resting on your face,
and a hearts' sigh,
from depths unmeasured,
washes an untouched shore.

half whispered dreams,
emerge floating on your breath...
and a soft warmth felt lightly
embraces a reluctant spirit.

slowly melting memory
of unending sunsets
with the long night beyond
and the morning still speaks

of hopeful days to come...

one of my favorites...

...from an old construction superintendent...

"I can explain it to ya, but I can't understand it for ya..."

classic...