In all my travels to and fro
I see you everyday.
A ray of sunshine becomes your smile;
A gentle breeze becomes your soft and tender touch.
The plaintive call of a whipporwill becomes your gentle, broken heart.
The rain becomes your tears, sometimes falling gently, slowly;
 sometimes falling hard--driving down.
The velvety petal of a rose becomes the feel of your skin, oh so soft,
The blue of the sky, your eyes.
Nature's illusions, tricks of the eyes...I reach out for you, but you're not there.

So, inward I turn to my heart, and find you there smiling, waiting in the
 special place I keep for you.
In my mind's eye I see you, I touch you, I look into the depths of your eyes,
I hear your voice; my spirit soars, my soul rejoices, my heart sings.
Again I have found the part of me I treasure so much,
Again I feel the joy of your heart, your soul, your touch.
 
 

An original poem by Ron Hanner
All rights reserved
Copyright 1999
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