Between the Silence
After the first rain, clear , pungent and sweet
In the crisp morning air I walk down my street
I walk through aromas of ground coffee beans
I walk through the scent of rising sour yeast ,
and oven-baked bread 's fresh wafting release.
I stroll down the lane into blue orchid fields
midst birdsongs ,old cedars ,and shrubbery trees
In solitude I sit , arms wrapped around my knees
Your lap not my companion, just me and the breeze
The brisky breeze blows softly like your warm breath in my hair
Taking me to moments , moments you were here.
Those undisturbed moments , when our hands lightly brushed
Where whispers became still to our parting lips 'slight touch
Taking me to moments where in our thoughts We've known
The three words weren't uttered,but our hearts have been shown..
Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2015
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