You haunt my soul even my dreams
More than could ever be known
Deprivation from the natural sun
Your clouded presence continues
Lurking over this morning sky
To others it seems coincidence
Mere folly to mention it
Of these brief incidents
Your appearance only confirms
That I still rest in the palm of your hand
When you appear to me
It is a slight reminder that I am not alone
Still once in a while it chills me to the bone
As you come without warning
At times it finds me ill prepared
Forgiveance is not necessary
Come and go as you please
Overhead you search me clearly
In the whispers of the breeze
~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
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