She's the nearly imperceptible breath
in a whispered confession- the first
light of each new day
the ache that grows
with evening shadows and the
hope that follows them to sleep
She's the fleeting sweetness of a
snowflake kiss-the joy found
in the chasing
the intimacy of walking
alone in summer rain- the
restoration gathered along the way
She's a song never written
a poem still waiting
to be understood
the colour love gives spring to
summon brightness from winter's gray-
the scent of life rising from the earth
She's the sound of a train in
the distance softly saying
goodbye-goodbye until it's
just the moon and I- She is
gone and we are waiting for dreams
to fill the measure of the night
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