Christy

Why do i miss her When she isn’t even mine The time without her The time to whine Complaining the winter Complaining the loss I miss my sunshine My day was lost I worry about her I pray her name And hope she comes back Exactly the same My time without her Comes at great cost I pine my disaster And bare the cross She is a shining star To follow in the night An oasis in a desert On the journeys flight To miss her is Loss of direction Starvation Of my might Yet think of her I must As a guiding light Though inside my mind With missing her I fight Oh God bring back my measure Oh God bring back my life Oh God don’t take my treasure Return the pleasure of my sight (Sometimes a poem is as real as it can get.)