I feel you in my shadow

watching waiting seeing

expressing that which you



I see you in reflections of

what is not there peeking

from the movement of



I hear you in the silence

of the morning between

the wind and responses

of the meadows


And yet here I be alone

in the silence of my mind

listening to the echoes of

wishful thinking and imagination

dreamers of what could be

I can almost see it and you