| Reminiscence If only I could sit awhile as once; so long ago, where diamonds sailed that misty stream and gentle winds did blow, as soothing tones on air did drift and hovered on the breeze, while minutes paused to tarry there among tall cypress trees. A sacredness would soon ensue and rouse; my slumbering soul, bursting forth with brand new thoughts while rearranging old, As respect, with longing lingers, new vistas, come alive! dreamy thoughts, with rosy glasses would then beset my eyes. If only I could steal a look into; the eyes of thee and silent watch you from afar, your heart would speak to me. while subtle whispers, rode the wind and breezed into my ear reviving any doubts I had, that you, still thought me dear. The logs that rest, within this hearth were laid there with goodwill. through Winter's chill or Summer's rain the warmth remains there still imagine what one glance would do to stoke what still remains somehow - I feel, you sense this too as sure as Joy's my name ... Joy A. Burki-Watson |
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