Dear ……, i sit,
In God’s all seeing chair.
With memories & nightmares,
I dream of you.
As Music soothes. Or music claims.
Darkness descends and my loyal friends, the waves of time, wash over me.
I rest. Head hurts.
Thoughts fight and lose & in my mind, I talk to you.
I long to place my weary head.
Lay down on thee, an unknown lap, an untouched bride.
To feel your hand, caress my face.
Your tender touch, my soothing star.
I wish to love. I wish to be.
I am tired once more. Oh to sleep with thee.
Body still, your eyes I see.
We lie in bed or grass beneath.
No need to kiss for love can travel.
A gentle rose, your happy face.
With you I fall & my mind drifts under,
Secure in the knowledge of your calming presence.
A warm blanket so soft, you throw around us.
& you wrap your tender youthful arms, & happiness ensues.
If you were here then the world I’d conquer
And each night, like now, I’d return to see
Angelic contours and shapes so pure
Your face entrances. I want you near.
I close my eyes & your face I see.
Your pretty form in poetry,
I’d hold you close & love you whole,
If only you were close to me.
~ Written because I feel sick & my head hurts. I close my eyes and picture the prettiest girl I know. & I dream of her. I wish I could hold her. & see her smile.
© Ed Simkins