I sense your
essence
in the ringing of the phone...
the wrapped package...
the bustle at the mall...
the new flavor of cappucino.
I yearn for you
in the morning paper,
in the new mystery novel,
in Victorian poetry pages.
Surely your initials
will be coded in the sandy seaweed
as I wander the beach,
trailing your salty scent.
When I peer into your face,
We will know...
You will be known and the unknown,
The adventure of the heart,
My quest and destiny.
I liked it a lot !!
Peter Paton
(((HUGS)))