For the Night Turned Day

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.

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