i rise and meet a world with out you.
i miss the smell of your skin,
the corked twist of your grin
the age of your hands
the weathered feathered framing of your eyes,
but tucked safe into my heart
i keep all the beautiful moments of our shared life...
Siting in the kitchen drinking tea,
the happy expression you gave twords me
as i told you tails from my dreams and day
you sat and listened and in
my mind, and in my heart those seconds of time,
make up for all the time apart
they were beautiful moments
where no one told us so,
how to be we were free to go...
i remember laying on the beach
the sand brusling my toes and the wind tickling my feet
and you siting there under the shade of a tree
watching and protecting me...
and that second i saw you seeing me,
it was a beautiful thing...
i remeber so many beautiful perfect seconds of time....
that i could begin to try and list them in this ryme...
but i do know,
that you showed me somethign true
that the memory of beauty
will carry me through, all the may times
and days and years
that you are not here to wipe away my tears....
as we age and begin to decay
its better to remeber the percet memory ofour best and most beautiful days...
