Setting sun on a distant place
My thoughts turn to you
Your voice, your touch, your warmth
Fingers tracing the outline of my face
I close my eyes and I can breathe you in
Sensing your presence all around
Turning as if I hear you call my name
Feeling that I can almost touch your skin
Days filled but nights empty and alone
Restless limbs searching out your softness
Finding only the bed's empty hollow
An empty nest with my lovebird flown
Sunrise in a distant place
You awake and start a day anew
Accepting that whatever our problems
Our love transcends time and space
© Robert Ford 1998