Fleeting

A face, so clear and pristine,

A voice, so comforting and calm,

A touch, so familiar and welcome.

 

In Nod you appear, my savior, to remind me of your purpose

Show me the way, the path, the road to choose.

 

I still hear your name in my ear,

Whispering words of comfort and truth

into a head full of rash ideas and confusion.

 

Your fingers still felt upon my neck,

The warmth of your breath fresh against my skin,

I miss the days when these were the thoughts within.

 

Now,

your face,

so clear and pristine,

blurred and out of reach.

 

Your voice,

so comforting and calm,

faded into the distance.

 

Your touch,

so familiar and welcome,

lingers no more.

 

In an instant you appeared

and just as quickly were gone.

10.14.2003