Saturday 16 January 2016

This one for Pat

Lost in time
reaching out through space,
I close my eyes
and search for your face.

Your hands are my solace
Your touch I can feel
An ocean apart
And still very real.

A glimpse in the mirror
A crystal to hold
Now warm with emotion
Where once felt stone cold.

A beach walk at twilight
Cold rain on my skin
Your warmth is the comfort
I feel from within.