Early in the morning
suddenly I’m here—
My thought is
not quite clear,
But it’s fresh and new
and full of you…
We must have been
together in a dream.
I can’t recall the dream,
but I don’t care!
What I know is
that you’re still here,
Here in thoughts
beyond my hand.
To touch would be
too much to ask,
I take
just what I can:
The smile
you’ve given to my heart,
From time
to time,
Is all I ask, but
more than I can stand—
The smile that says
that you remember me
And you approve
that memory.
A Hill resident, the author believes that the appreciation of art should not be influenced by the vagaries or prejudices of biography.
