Sitting In My Quiet
It is a quiet remedy,
to a long and lonely distance,
when in short moment,
might I recall her soft memory.
Her hand my heart,
in her eyes a sweet patience
a fortunate light in nightfall.
Oh to hold true her passion,
liken the essence of a mystique
drawn by the surety of love,
a wish, a will, a quiet river walk.
Oh, to know her eyes will search
for my own in evening moonlight.