John Walker Poet I do not know?

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.

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