How is the girl I miss so much?
The world may end at any moment
Where is the lady whose gentle touch
Defuses dreams that come to torment
How did you come into this life?
When hope had drawn far away
Awash in real or imagined strife
That dominated darkened days
How is it that my breath is caught?
When your hand is wrapped in mine
No longer bound by history fraught
With ancient images crystalline
How can it be I am set free?
To linger near your heart my dear
A rebirth of sorts for all to see
An epiphany of insight clear
How will it all turn out I wonder?
Sitting here by words confined
Trying to avoid past blunders
Along this path so ill defined
How may your soul entwine with mine?
As feet we cool in sparkling brook
A place so perfect it nears divine
You could not write it in a book
How and how and how again?
Perhaps together we’ll simply find
That pleasure shared will offset pain
As mine own spirit binds with thine
Copyright r.b.franklin 19/06/08