Winter Years

Winter Years Come to me in my winter years when shadows are short and full of tears, pressing the coming of new age that matters no longer. Speak my name in soft gentle whispers that return sweetest memories, a reminder of all we said and did when we were together. Touch my face in a loving caress with showered perfume scented kisses, placed upon my cheeks and lips savored by the taste upon my tongue. Hold me in the moment when love was young forever, embraced in love and longing aches at the absence to be filled between us. Hug me one more time close in your arms my head against your breast feeling part yet whole within your every heartbeat. Say and do nothing more for this is us, one and two forever bound in the lost turning pages of our time in the winter years