Sitting still in my room I see her pass
The faintest wandering
The slightest flight
She quickens by within my sight
Wandering?
Waiting?
Lost?
Am I seen by her whose glimpse I catch?
The softest touch
The lightest scent
Lingers as she makes ascent
Searching?
Seeking?
Lost.
Copyright ©2004 Lori Lee Nelson
(This blurb of light with its misty edges showed up on one of my "before" pictures, while I was in the process of redoing my bedroom paint colors.)
2 comments:
This one is a thoughtful one. I like it!
Do you write all your own poems? They are beautiful. This one reminds me of my Mom. Lost her 7 years ago.
Sharon
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