As the sun starts to set
I think of seeing you...
and feeling a whisper,
knowing it's your touch.
Life for you began,
always at the setting of the sun.
You dropped stars into my dreams
sometime in the night...
and then shoved the darkness
as if it were not there,
and it let you sparkle everywhere.
Now, like lace on the edge of a pillowcase,
you twinkle on the edge of the night.
My fingers stretch out,
yet you disappear again.
Go spirit! Fly off and be free.
I'll never really lose you,
'cause we'll forever be soulmates
and together, you and me.
5/9/2000
~`, Rosie
in private, the waiting is lonely,
but a new day is on its way,
and one day I'll meet you again!
Smoking cigarettes is the only way to get small cell lung cancer! ~ Judi Lanter, 8/2/1951 - 10/14/2003
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