Distare

I feel his touch in the notes of a song I hear him in the words of that same song His presence surrounds me as I listen to that same song Yet he is not here, least ways I cannot see him. His scent is on the breeze of springs first breath Warming the chill of winter from around me I see his being in the clouds white all around A leaf, soft in its texture, brushes my face Much like a lovers kiss upon my cheek. The sun settles in for its evening rest Bringing an end to my dreamy afternoon With a light shiver caressing my body It gives me cause to believe that he is close Trying to reach across time and space To close that void that fills my everday. With each moment that we are separate By the miles that part us, he is remembered.