By Mark A. Leon
Every day I think of you
Every night the same dream
A world with you by my side
In your eyes, I see your faith reflect into my soul
Sitting on the swing under the warm Southern sky
Spelling our names in pine cones with cotton fields not far behind
Remember me as I remember you
Never forgetting that Southern love, that first love, that first moment
This beautiful misery of seeing you for the last time
A perfection of God’s creation
Cherish in 8MM in the forefront of my mind
Behind the cotton fields
Under the pale moonlight
I held you close until the end of time
Time shortened faster than I could catch my breath
The slide show in my mind so clean
Lips as smooth as a glass of Southern moonshine
Love as deep as the Lowcountry marshlands
Promises as safe as my heart on a line
A tragic flaw in our perfection
A hurricane to wipe away our beachfront sunrise
A time lost, but not forgotten
Cotton fields
White as the innocence in your eyes
Pure as the affection your shared
Soft as the skin I miss holding so tight
A woman, crisp as the morning air
A mother, protector of the gift of life
I look around now and all I see are reminders of what might be
To walk in those cotton fields again
A dream, a wish, a sacred vow said in silence in the darkened night
You can’t always get as Jagger said
But are you the one I need….
