it stopped making sense when
your glitter and grace didn’t shadow the halls
your smooth supple skin was no longer in reach
your bracelets and bands no longer chimed in my ears
your familiar fragrance fell from the air
your embrace escaped what stood to be real
I started to wake with
determined dawns that draw my dreams to a close
radiant rays that wrap me in hope
the rounds of robins that sing with the psithurism
the wafts of clipped green grass floating like monarchs
familiar flavors returning to feed my soul
my breath became easy when
browned feet met the summer terrain
waves washed towards dynamic shores
rounded rocks rumbled back to the sea
grey-green seaweed teased my nose
the ocean brine upon your neck called for my kiss

Beautiful Ian, just beautiful. Touches the heart…
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Thank you
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Absolutely enchanting
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Thanks for reading and your kind words
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You are most welcome
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