In the morning when the Sun is rising,
And the parrots on the porch begin to sing,
There is a moment when I dare to look.
I take off my glasses and close my book.
I see something there that is beguiling.
I don’t see the light of God I see your face smiling.
When I look deep into the lake we used to go to,
And splash water over me like you used to do.
I see your eyes and your dimples.
When I write a word and have to stop I stop for you.
I here a knock at the door and pray it is you.
Some people see Jesus in a cup of coffee.
Bless them for that but I don’t. I can’t.
In my coffee I only see you.
I know you left me for another woman. Lucky lady.
I blame myself for for being so shady.
Will she see you in the light of day.
Will she hold a flower and see you there.
I think she might. That is the enchantment you make.
But I have lately started to believe in ghosts.
I might be wrong, I usually am but I think Love is a ghost.
A ghost that is your image.
An image the darkness cannot take away.