One Glass; Two Straws

Sitting within the afternoon shadows,
feeling the coolness of the breeze against my cheeks-
I glance through the tall pines in search for you,
I can almost touch your face; Feel your warm breath;

Taste your sweetness from where I am; Where you are-
When the moments are right, I can still feel your caring
hand slip about my waist, pulling me close-
Oh it’s wonderful to know you are here-

So peaceful; So serene;
The evening skies fill with color; pink, lavender and blues-
One can rest in the beauty and splendor of the season.
A sprinkle of slightly turned leaves; I brush them aside,
but never away-
They, like you allow me to turn night into day; Death into life;
and dreams into reality-
They’ve granted me hope when otherwise there would be none-
They clear my pathways, and open hand-carved rough oak doors
to a grand future-

One by one, tiny candles are lit by unseen spirits-
as night falls, they glow from the heavens,
radiating a blanket thick of gentle love-
I know I can hear your voice; For I am listening-
I can’t help but think of all the times we’ve shared dreams-
Felt the joy; the overwhelming enthusiasm as we cheered for more-
We sipped ice-cold lemonade; One glass two straws-
Once in a while, I’d reach and squeeze your hand,
and you’d smile- then return to the dream we shared

© Lisa Hilbers
10/12/06