The World yawns, stretches and braces for a New Day
Birds chirp their morning Anthem.
Grass shakes off its dew
And I lie here sleepless, thinking of you.
Missing the voice that cradles my heart.
Soothes and calms my fears.
Whispers gently, trust me
I will Not let you go
I get you.
Missing the Smile that twinkles
those gray/brown eyes
Deepening the dimples
bringing out the impish boy hiding inside.
Missing the Hands that heal the wounded
Pray to the Creator
And catch hold of mine
Carefully guiding me beside not behind.
Missing the Mind, lightning quick
complex, collecting, processing, storing
Zoom zoom on multiple tracks
Yet always carving out some
cerebral space for me.
Missing the pet names, silent looks
A language shared only by us.
Missing the passion
The volcano erupting, bubbling over
Spreading its fiery furnace over My land.
Missing my smile, my lightness, my glow
That touches all who knowingly Know.
Missing the love songs and mixed tapes
dedicated By you
And hours spent going through my
Find the perfect response for you.
Missing the kitchen. The back forty. The Farmers’ Market.
The half watched DVDs. The Lake. The Woods.
Damn, I am Missing You.