There it was, as
I lay awake again
A figure hovering
in the dark
“What could that
be?”
This question I
always ask.
It certainly
looked that way,
An image of him
I see
But how? When he
is far away,
Over the land of
the rising sea.
Still, rather
than conjuring scary images
Of restless
souls and ghouls that creep
I know this
sight I now behold is just the power of his thoughts,
of longing to be
with me despite our distance so I smile and just fall back to sleep..
(This is a poem I wrote more than 5 years ago. Whew! can't believe this year's almost halfway since I lost posted. I probably would be actively blogging again. Let's see where this leads).
