The Spirit of You
Will I ever find you
Will we see each other again.
To hold you again
To feel you beside me
Your fingers on my skin.
To become one with you
Reach out and find you there
Your dark black eyes
Looking down on me
One more time
With that sad look you
Seemed to keep for me.
To walk along the river bank again
Hiding amongst the trees
The birds singing for us
My heart filled with
The joy of you
The spirit of you.
by Donald Maciver
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