are you a dream come true
like the ageless mist
with its hue?
you are the wind that keeps me moving
the force that guides me to know…
that it will all be ok
no matter what.

close your eyes now
remember the time when
i last whispered in your ear
and held you tight.
remember me that way.
that way, only.
it is how i remember you.

© r.e.l. 1/21/11

Image of ‘her place’ by melanie crawford

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