by Silva Payne

Created on: June 25, 2008   Last Updated: December 28, 2009

Always with me.

When I sit in my garden
On my little wooden seat
In summer or winter
Day or night, it matters not
You are with me.

If I close my eyes
I feel your touch on the breeze
Your fingers lift my hair
And stroke my face
You are with me.

The sun as warm as your body
Soothing me to sleep
Wrapping me up
Making me smile
You are with me.

The trees that edge the lawn
Tall and sturdy
Bending a little but
Protecting and giving life
You are with me.

In a snow flurry
Spinning and drifting
Precious and fleeting
Melting in my hand
You are with me.

Under the moon
Full, half or sickle
Drawing me in
Filling my soul
I am with you.

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