I wanted to hold her in my hands.
She held such great favor
to light up my world
within the spectrum of all that is
beyond myself.
~
I might have taken a picture
I know she may come back
perhaps unlike this snowy globe
still a beacon upon my path.
~
Looking through the slats of my window
my residence
my existence
everything I seemed to imagine
felt close
begging me to share.
~
Yet she felt further away
last night
I could not help
weep for it was not
the life
I had just left
only the dreams
and fantasy
turned reality.
~
When would she
return in my arms
touch my cheek
rather move beyond
a fear
glance furtive in my eyes
no longer
dear sweet love.
~
Oh to know the distance
between two lover’s hearts
when lost in a mix
confusion and pain.
~
Oh to know the remedy
finding solace
in the eyes of God
a lover she would be so.
~
Oh to feel the wonder
the Snow Moon
for she is in my heart and soul.
©️Scott F Savage 2/2020
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