I can still see the sunlight reflect off your skin as your smile melts into my memory
Your laughter sends music to the birds up above
The video image playing in the corner of my mind is the cinematic love affair that poets can only pen on paper
On my bed your scent.
In each room, the haunting images of a life less perfect as your body is far in the distance imprisoned by reality
You are the dreams locked up in a box of serenity
Lying on a bed of grass surrounded by eyes of purity; that is my heaven
I relive each breath
I reflect on each stare
I hope with each moment you will be near
Now I can only pray that the winds of change guide you into my arms.