A late night musing.
Image in the Wind
by Michael Morris
As I lay here,
I wonder where you are.
A voice in my mind,
An image in the wind.
As a melody plays,
I sit and think of you.
A voice in my mind,
An image in the wind.
And in my dreams,
I long for the day,
When I can feel,
Something far more real.
Your voice calling to me.
Your eyes seeing through me.
Your warmth filling me.
Your touch exciting me.
From that day forward,
No matter how the encounter ends,
Your are no longer just a voice in my mind.
An image in the wind.