Just a Memory Away


     I find myself looking for you each spring as raindrops fill the air... As I work with my flowers I find your presence there. I find you in the fragrance of fresh turned dirt and the flower’s sweet perfume…

     But April slowly drifts through empty nights and becomes a sultry day in June. Which stretches into August days, and empty desire finds me, upon the hot Texas summer breeze. I hear echoes of your voice in the distant sound of the thunder, in the violently swaying trees…

     Still alone here in my tearful world during another harvest, nowhere can you be found; fall is rapidly approaching again when leaves come tumbling down. Once again you’ve missed the splendor of the summer’s bright blooms…

     Again wintertime is rapidly approaching, when the days are short and chills are in my lonely world. Once again I sit here on this old porch into another moonlit night; lingering here, long after the setting sun has gone away and shadows fill my lonely night. Night after night I find myself praying that when the cloak of darkness lifts its veil, you'll be in the morning light...…

     So when I feel discouraged, I get on my knees and pray; I pray you'll feel me there beside you... I'm just a memory away...

~ Copyright © 2003/2010 – David L. Griffith ~
For My Special Lady

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