How?
How do you now touch me,
either heart or body?
With an ethereal tendril
sent by thoughts so gentle,
but no longer bound by
a soul in earth or sky?
How then can you hear my
anguished or imploring cry?
With no ears to hear me,
it resonates clearly
that no distant reply
implies a curt goodbye.
If you could see me now,
you know I keep my vow.
Love survives your demise
and defies all disguise
from you. Our hopes persist
as long as I exist.
Val Cook
Tue 29th Jun 2010 13:36
A lovely gentle poem Alison,well done.