Looking into a mirror now through the innocence of youth,
I see a reflection of wisdom and maturity.
Thru the morning dew and straining sunlight, the mirror
Projects a picture of my heart nestled in acceptance of itself.



 

With the laughter of a child and dancing eyes,
These reflections only mirror the days gone by. And yet,
Compassion and understanding somehow overrule what I see.
... If only you would come back to me.



 
Now and forever, when I walk within this empty house,
I can only think how very strange it is without you.
I remember the creaks the stairs would make
Every morning you would come down them.



 
I remember the mixture of the fresh morning,
And the sensation of the air floating in the windows.
Of course, there was also the aroma of your cologne
And the pipe tobacco that just made our house a home. 



 
When I stand outside now, the wind blows through my hair.
And I imagine your hand touching my cheek.
I can even hear your whispers in the wind.
Oh, how they remind me of all the secrets of our youth.



 
Night fell quietly and slowly
When you silently went away.
My heart is still missing you everyday.
And what of the plans we made on our wedding day?



 
Like a butterfly misses its wings,
I miss your touch, your smell,
Your thoughts, Your face,
Your body ...  I miss you.
... If only you would come back to me.



 

From The Book Of Thoughts By Darle
copyright 1998