In all my years these living years You've filled my head at nightHiding in my last thoughtbefore I turn out the lightI drift off to find youTo bring you back againTo find myself that feeling of a time from way back whenNow, just a dream to meA yearning from my pastIn all my years these living yearseach lived just like the lastYou always appear the same to meA vision in the lightYou softly whisper my namethat brings a peace to my nightA foot away but out of touchI feel you just the sameIn all my years these living yearsI've also whispered your name
07/27/2006
The yearning... and a feeling of almost being able to touch, but just out of reach, is captured so very well in this. You allow all who read a glimps not only of you, but themselves. Well Done!