The Memory Of You

Being gripped, by memories of you
Sitting here the words I write so true,
Words forming on, my mind
Ambiguously
From the books, I've read words you've planted on, my mind
Seeing you, your hair floating in the breeze
Walking to me nonchalantly
Protecting your eyes from the sun as you squinted at me
In the freshness of spring
I see you softly like a dream, it knows that you
Like a breeze passing through
Your lips I'd kiss
My lips touching yours softly like a whisper...
Whispering, my darling
Gazing into your eyes, kiss me darling won't you!
But you heard not me, & I was near so near.
In the darkness of my nights
I'd whisper quietly my words
My words incapable
Of penetrating through,
In the darkness of my nights, I lie thinking of you
Softly dispersing before me like a dream
Evoking feelings within me,
I could feel your skin touching mine like a flame
In the lostness of time evolving at all times
Going through my mind again, it's true,
I touch your words with my lips as you try to speak,
Telling me!
Whispering sweet nothings.
I could see the look in your eyes
Seeing you, my mind so full of you
Forgetting, you being far from the stranger
Looking at me, living breathing.
In the times of spring

By Connie James