Dreaming of You
The old windmill slowly turns
As the same old wave of loneliness returns
I can see you when I close my eyes
Drifting across the marble canyons of the skies
Then the dream ends and it’s time to go
For there will be a time for you I know
Gently now waiting for the mood again
Knowing surely you’ll be there at the end.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Copyright © Paul Warren | Year Posted 2020
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