ONE DAY...

One day the sun arose..

But you didn't.

I heard the sound of your voice.

As I looked up,

I remembered you had left.

There was this beautiful wooden chair..

So rich in color and texture.

In its comfort you sat serenely.

I looked up..

You faded.

Out of focus from my world.

One day the sun came up..

You have been gone a while now,

So I paid you a visit.

I took a little rag,

A spray bottle,

and some memories.

We sat and talked a little bit.

It's a beautiful spot, isn't it?

Kind of in it's own corner by itself.

One day the sun will come up.

And I won't.

And we'll have all the time in the world.

PEACE