Now and Then

A warm gentle breeze stirs up dust around the bushman's well worn boots a faraway look in his eyes pauses but briefly from the golden glow of another sun set. The silence of the night descends as his silhouette fades into the darkness. Alone in the night his thoughts are free to wander the many roads of his life, time stands still,his soul rests and he dreams of love from the gentle touch of a stranger. The warmth of her body frees his soul he feels her neck with his lips,steals a kiss not alone in the night his thoughts are hers watching her silhouette gently rise and fall time stands still,faraway from well worn boots,dust and golden sunsets, he still dreams of loves gentle touch,but now .....she is no longer a stranger.