Content

I long for your smile

Like an empty carousel

Longs for the laughing child.

I search for your laughter

Like the bluebell searches

For the dusty bee.

I chase your welcoming hands

Like the geese chase southward

The fading warmth of summer.

These fireside journeys warm me

Like the first rays of sunshine

Spying over the blue grey horizon.

I breath in the smoke,

Hold it,

And I am content.