At Last

At Last

by Gaille Hunter

Some quiet evening

As you glance at the peaceful stars

Think of us in each other’s arms

So close and warm

Some bright sunny afternoon

When the scent of lilac softly teases

Remember my hand in yours resting contently

And out among the colored lights

And pounding beat

Remember my eyes, delighted to see you

My lips gently kissing your forehead

My voice softly calling your name to say

“I love you”

Then one day so well remembered

And fondly missed

My fingers will trace your shoulders

With lips pressed to your chest

My eyes will penetrate the darkness

And cry, “At last”