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I sit entranced by the silver screen

To watch and wait for your eyes,

To peer on out, as I sit and dream,

Between the clouds in my skies.

I’ve carried you in my heart so long

Without a kiss from your lips,

But sat and sighed till I almost died

For a touch from your fingertips.

I’ve traced the gentle curve of your cheek,

The noble arch of your brow,

The slow spread of the smile that said:

‘I want to be with you, now.’

I’ve watched the tears that we both have shed

For the years that were lost in time,

When you could well have belonged to me,

Or I could have made you mine.

But time and distance are so unfair,

I see you, bright like a star,

One I could wear in my buttonhole

If only it wasn’t so far.

We both reach out and we touch the screen

I trace my fingers on yours,

One day we’ll see, what will be, will be,

But your camera’s set on pause.

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[Barbz]

How lovely David Lewis Paget. Your poems are not fantasies, or figments of your imagination at all times. Many of them are based on the emotional experiences that bring us to tears or feed us the taste of honey as you expose your soft side. Barz

[emipoemi]

I have no words.....my voice is in my awe!! Well done!