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This morning
The sky was beautiful and clear and blue
I could see  a croissant moon
The sun was gently shining through
The air was clear and fresh
The birds were singing in the trees
The leaves of gold and amber
Were dropping to the ground
It was peaceful and quiet
I stood there without a single sound!
I feel that uneasiness
The plethora isn’t right
Like when something is going to happen
Sometime in the night

There are people close to me
Who are not very well
That feeling I have and I can see
Somethings a foot I can tell

There’s a deep dark sadness
Deep within my heart
Something not right I guess
Well I’ll play the part

I’ll wonder and wait
Then I’ll see my fait!
I feel the presence
Of a spiritual being
Maybe an angel
Is that what I’m seeking

A smell of perfume
And a gentle gust of cold air
Standing up are goosebumps and
On my arms, my hair

I know he or she means no harm
May be someone close to me
Because I feel so calm
Who or what could it be?
It’s hard
When we’re apart
Our souls are as one
youre always in my heart
You keep me going
When life is slowing
But when you’re no there
I worry because I care
Leaving you alone
Only talking on the phone
One day I’ll retire
And we can be together
From pink to purple to blue
To green to red
The little lights are a delight
Flashing on and off
Just those little lights
Brighten up our dark dark nights!
  Oct 2020 Theresa Hartley-Mace
Cné
I hear your echos on the wind
sweet whisper in the air
The gentle touch sorrow’s pine
a longing to ensnare

Near slumber, my dreams of you
perhaps something you should know
I dream in vivid colors of multi hue
and relish in your glow

Sometimes I hear your laughter
or way you love to tease
or taunt me like the surging
of a deep and watery sea

Images float of mind on seashores
with sand beneath our feet
Or I’m lost within a daydream
in the bend and flow of wheat

And when I’m lost in passion
with my heart or soul exposed
where kisses float like butterflies
or blown petals of a rose

I dream a dream of you
enraptured by your hues
And hope to meet you there
when you are dreaming too
  Oct 2020 Theresa Hartley-Mace
Cné
~
Love's only weakness
Is also its greatest strength:
It defies reason

~
My thoughts on Valentine’s Day
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