Misti

As I lie in bed alone the moon shines through the window. There’s a sound of feet sliding through the hallway softly gliding. I sense a touch of lavender scent something so sweet, heaven sent. As she sings, I hear the wind and rain and as I ask, she sings it again and again. She’s the sweetest woman I met in my life and in my dreams, I’ve made her my wife. From her arises my poems and timeless verse a constellation of stars, my universe. But when the morning greets the sun a long weary day has begun.