Heart Of The Matter
In Reminiscent Recall
I listen to the words you speak,
None quite so eloquently,
I stare into an empty space,
And feel you touch, so gently,
A whispered thought, a memory,
Transcends all time and tide,
The question begs my answer,
I turn my face to hide,
The glass is misty to my eyes,
For a time, I fail to see,
In reminiscent recall,
You stand outside of me,
My finger traced my answer,
It's there for you to seek,
As you gaze upon my window,
I hear the words you speak.
Linda Harnett, ©2007
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In Reminiscent Recall
In Reminiscent Recall
