I have that phantom feeling of her. -10th August 2016.


Your impression.

I can taste her on the words that escape me,
The scent of her throughout the midnight gale;
Her laughter sailing on a summer echo.
I can hold her love when thoughts elude me,
Her strength shared when she waits by the stars;
Hoping I am watching them too.
I can feel her touch as I greet the morning,
And her heartbeat singing as I rise.
And all of her becomes all of me -
As I see the future painted in her eyes.




Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2016-08-11 at 00:33

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Deeps
Yes, sweet meandering of words flowing in your poem. A lovely read.
2016-08-11


Bibek
So sweet.
2016-08-11