Early morning light angled to my right.
Everyone's having visions to shun my happiness,
beyond it all, I still sit here smiling.
There you are,
Rather an image of your corporeal form...
Another message,
I'd rather shut them out.
Clear my sight one final time for the night,
Perceiving the rising smoke as another artistic impression.
Pictures are always worth memories,
This one has no limit of expression.
Window to the soul...
The pathway to a deeper intensity than that known by most.
If forever could be any sooner,
I would be happy just the same, in your loving arms.
Logging off the great modern expansion,
I run my fingers across your picture one more time
-anxious for that waking moment of forever.
