Till I close My Eyes In Death
By Gunslinger
When the wind is softly whispering- I seem to hear your name. It’s caress as gentle as your own- They almost feel the same. The nectar of the mountain air- As sweet as your perfume… Your memories and laughter- Fill each and every room. My dreams at night are haunted- By things we both have said… I wake up reaching for you, Then remember that you’re dead… But death is the transition- To a better place, you see- I have the utmost confidence, You’re waiting there for me. So I will go on living- As long as I draw breath… But I will never truly live, Till I close my eyes in death. Written November 24th, 2001 © on Nov 24 2001 10:46 AM PST, John R. Yaws 0 • 8
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