Dear Love

Your presence lingers
A sweet flower aroma in your wake
As if I could feel your touch
Your soft caress
Your voice echoes like music in my dreams
I think on our times
Hours passing like moments.
Adventures in distant places
Comfortable presence
Even amidst mundane chores
Thoughts of the future that could be
The sweet joy that is now
With a wish I can summon your image before my eyes
Feminine grace and beauty
Bathed in brilliance and light
But it can't compare to the realness of having you here

If only you were real

John Thompson
October 31, 2008