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