-- A Different Kind of Nearness --
John Herlihy
I have never seen her face
Not in person or in shadows
I have never heard her voice
Tinkling as soft wind chimes
I have never felt her moods
Flow through my inner waters
I never smelled her perfumes
Waft through my inner rooms
I have never felt her touch
Settle as dawn dew on my eyelids
I have never tasted her essence
As a gentle kiss from her ruby lips
A different nearness draws still
A full moon on my windowsill
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I (c) John Herlihy 10 July 2020
Rebecca