By Martin Falatic
Written 1997-03-09
Revised 1997-03-19
When you walk among the flowers,
it is then I walk with thee,
You close your eyes, absorb the scent
life paints upon the breeze.
I watch you from a distant place,
in the comfort of my soul
Writing words to touch your heart --
with Zephyrus they flow.
I know not how or when or where
our hearts will finally touch
But hope that in the dreams of night,
they are already such.
