The Sun kisses the trees in spring
A star turns green into gold
Breezes sing windy songs
Reminding me you are
Near and yet far away
Time is rarely summoned
When patience and passion
Collide when skies color blue
Yet delicate flowers
Need light, rain and tenderness
So a lonely heart is humbled
Gazing long and hard
A softer touch is required
Waiting to hold you
A set of two open hands.
Copyright © 2022 Charles Edward York
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