I think of you
I think of you in between moments,
when the first raindrops fall
or shadows reach out to welcome the sun;
at the end of each day’s exploration,
or half-waking to distant bird song.
I think of you far away, dreaming,
or floating past swans as they watch;
your words like light among leaves;
your face laughing,
and your touch completing.
Though time and space edit my memories,
and we may meet again as strangers,
I think of you.