To a Long Ago Love

I dreamt of you again last night.

Memories borne on the soft wings

of quiet slumber.

Frosting my soul,

as if those long years have not faded

that which was between us.

We touch and caress in those

old familiar, slightly urgent ways.

Why are moments spent together

always so very short?

If only time and welling emotion

could stand still.

Then in an instant

you are gone from me

as I awaken calling your name,

arm outstretched,

reaching from my loneliness,

and empty bed.

Beloved, should you read these few

unfinished lines; know this

I loved you then,

I love you now,

I shall always love you.

©Mike Subritzky

August 2003