Of Me

I think of you. Always
Your mystic image floats and
Follows me like Mona Lisa.
Inseparable are my thoughts
As each one hands the baton
To the next and runs to you.
Hand, out to hand, falling
To stand and grasp for the dark
Welcome of your enchanting eyes.
I bathe in every smile that falls
From you and washes over me
Like lavender promises in a
Waterfall of words that waken
And weaken the me that wasn’t.
Tracing and embracing the me that is.

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