
Countryside view, and
I want you with me.
Yet, it isn’t so, but somehow
I found a
crystal blue pond reflection, and
You.
Sunflowers, abound, yet still
You.
Hum of the open road,
You.
Music – believe me, again
You.
Clouds wrote your name in the shape of feathers,
You.
Wind whispered, you’re not welcome,
and I reach for you.

