by Marina Bradaric

Created on: September 20, 2010

On a Bench at Morrill Hall

When my eyelids cascade down to slowly close,
A drift of fresh air envelops my soul;
My first thought is you.
And then I can feel the curves ever so slightly
Shape upward until my bright face has made
A smile.
Your voice, your touch, your caring eyes
All cloud my welcoming world, and
Surrounded by your protective arms,
I can feel the love start to uncurl;
An aura of you blanketing me
As I drift and dream...
It's the first time in a long time
I've felt my heart beat.

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