It Was Love
It's a restless sleep
Filled with restless dreams
Moments of stillness....
Times awake in between
The dark is moved slowly
Pushed away by the light
I slip from my bed
Bid adieu to the night
The quiet is waiting
Precious moments are free
No one is waking....
Times treasure to me
An open door to my room
It's restful and calm
I reach for my chair
In the dimness of dawn
A gift has been placed
"Just" because....says the note
Words blur through the tears
It was 'Love' that she wrote....
1 comment:
I am loving you too and thinking of you. I look forward to spending time with my Sheila. I miss you.
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