My Fingertips Find Your Picture

I caressed your face in a picture of you
with fingertips wanting to know
how the light fills your eyes.
Immediately my fascination turned
into a rushing drive
held perfectly in the middle
of where your heart touches the warmth
of all my memories.

These thoughts alone gather
to capture the moon,
can you not see me wrapped
in continuous seasons
when I walk under the same sky
above where you sit?
My mind wanders and I close my eyes,
wishing you were here,
my fingertips find your picture,
caress your lips.

Author's Note

*Man Ray Photography - Hand on Lips
Many of you are aware that I am a widow, this particular piece is not about my husband who has passed but merely about looking at a picture and missing someone who sits under the same sky that you do.

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

this is so dreamy could hardly fathom the depth...
i ran my fingers to your face ,wondered what strength fell over it
what does it hide underneath,was always surprised,wish you told me
what strength you gathered beneath,how you managed to collect
how you reflect to me,my thoughts all taken by you
how happy am i just knowing that i walk beneath the same sky like you
its the same world i live how i liked to touch ..face and lips
lovely write..

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Beautifully experssion of love and memories dear to ones heart!

[joshua deathdealer]

I love reading your works and this is no exception. Beautiful sentiments and touching. Thanks for sharing this poem..xx

[Revolutionary]

I feel more about this because I know of your husband passing.I fear loosing my husband and this poem is very heart felt.Great write.

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

Again, sublime piece of writing...
"My mind wanders and I close my eyes,
wishing you were here,
my fingertips find your picture,
caress your lips."
Captured what most of us do...perfect :D

[emmajoy]

You write of sadness and more in such hauntingly lovely words, Neva .. few could do that, or, maybe, dear friend, you have that special sincerity and ability to share. Such memories are weeping golden tears, love. That second stanza has its own magnificence.

' My mind wanders and I close my eyes, ~ wishing you were here, ~ my fingertips find your picture, ~ caress your lips. '

[Zachary_James]

This is excellent, wanting someone and wishing they were here. This is great

[Ed Hart]

the dearly departed are as fixed as the stars...you have expressed 'missing', most caressingly

[*~*Butterfly Kisses*~*]

Touching piece of missing someone special. Beautifully penned, poetic write.