Here Once Again
Late at night,
when all is quiet,
my favorite time,
it feels so right.
No one talking,
no footsteps heard,
just me,
and your secret words.
Wind blowing softly,
warming my skin,
your memory,
here once again.
Sleepy eyes close,
beneath a blanket of stars,
you are somewhere waiting,
maybe not very far.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2009
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