Wish you were here

October 18, 2014 by Cynthia

Can you see through my eyes?
Fall leaves gold into green
Sun after clouds
Limitless blur of blue sky
Seasons slipping by me

A raucous jay, dimming light
Backlit gold into red
Rise and fall in the breathing wind
Years getting by me

I have seen too much
Nightfall
How I wish you were here

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