Her
Quiet encases my thoughts in the midnight of this morning
My minds eye searches for the moments she created
The footprints she left behind as clues to the path where i can find her
I remember her hair
How it always smelled like coconuts, flowers and green tea
And her skin always radiated the glow that came from somewhere that lay hidden behind those sleepy eyes of hers
Her laughter was like an instant cure to the various shades of blue that tried to swirl themselves into a knot and block out the heaviness of melted sunshine
I miss the way her eyes would glaze over making me itch to dive in behind them and stand in the center of the swirling tornado of thoughts
Her poems always made me think and remember and relish the taste of love
Her songs would make me pause and fall into the beauty of the world outside my window
I miss her
The stream of color that seemed to float behind the imprint of her feet
The way her scent would linger leaving traces of her energy wherever the breeze blew
I can see her
Waving at me through the plate glass of her factory
Churning out the remnants of her legacy to the beat of temptations and the penetrating scent of cinnamon and coffee grinds
I watch her from a distance
Enveloped in the colorful silence of her world
I watch her and whisper out
I love you
For whatever it is worth
And for whatever that means
And as i stuff my hands into my pocket
Turn and melt into the cold dreariness of my day
I suddenly realize the contents of my mission
Somehow for the sake of the good around me
I must find a way to get back to her
© 2009 Brandelyn N. Castine
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