On Ebb tide
by Ellenna
Posted: Thursday, August 28, 2003 Word Count: 101 |
I miss your hand
it's no consolation to tap in words
with mine for you to read
I miss your hand...
I miss your eyes
it's no consolation to dream of green
pretend I'm blind
I miss your eyes..
I miss your voice
it's no consolation to sing the songs
transposing lines inside my head
I miss your voice..
I miss your calm
it's no consolation waiting
to stop the spiralling doubts and fears
I miss your calm..
I miss your love
it's no consolation to say we do
in whispered calls at midnight
I miss your love..
I miss you