You are not here but I feel you As I roll over in bed and stare at an empty pillow I see you Lying peacefully next to me, like an Angel I reach out and you are gone As I walk the early morning preparing for the day I hear you You are in the wind, the sun, and the air I breathe A warm breeze from the south blows in I touch you Vaporous and transparent yet substantial in it’s caress As I walk the fence line of honey suckle I smell you The sweet fragrant essence of what I know is you As it begins to rain, I lift my face to the sky, open my mouth I taste you The purity of the morning rain Soft and delicate as it hits my tong I look around, you are not there I sense you Holding me, loving me I need you