His Soul's Inner Stable
There is a little farm down south
that always stays on my mind and
on it lives the man of my dreams
that I can not seem to live without.
In my mind, I can see the mountains
and they are such a lovely view and
I can see his eyes light up so warm
in the evening's sunset hues.
I can see the roaring camp fire where he sits
and I can smell the hot coffee right off of the
fire pit.
I longingly watch him on the tractor
so gracefully and peacefully labor
and I desire to be with him, and
feel his soul's inner stable.
The crate myrtles are in blooming wonder
and what it would be like to be in his arms,
I often ponder.
My need to hold him runs so deep
even though he's only a friend
I find that my mind and soul keeps
searching for him again and again.
Copyright © Sharon Gulley | Year Posted 2014
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