When I wake I think of you, It is not really you,
more the idea of you,
the feel of your idea in my consciouness
The being I have is not of the mind
Marriage, the intimate or close union
The sun came down on that part of my life
a long time ago
You remind me of it, ghost that haunts my dreams
floating images tripping through the wind tossed leaves
The chilly depths of my brain long for the warmth
of your intellect and spirit
Standing among your treasured warmth
held me for a few moments of time
for so short a time, so short a time
Did I stand there, with your thoughts holding me tight
Now the rain, and now the rain comes down
Just a dream for the dreamer
The ship has sailed
I may as well try and catch the wind
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You and Wilka have to stop making me read poetry.
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love to you and don't think all ships have sailed.
peace,
Isis