THE ONLY THING MISSING

The Only Thing Missing

Hard park bench setting there

On the banks of the lake

Under the trees

Leaves hanging like jewels

With tiny breezes arranging them

Ever so lovingly with their little wind fingers

Not a cloud in the sky

Not a sound except for bird song

Not a footstep or a sigh

Not a hint of humankind

Not a scent of rain nor tear

Pristine and perfect

I sit and take in the scene

Silently and with reverence

That bench is where we met

Where we fell in love

Where we touched hands in wonder

Of love and were awed by the fear of it

That bench is sacred to me

Those trees are like palace guards

Those birds are like songwriters of my heart

That breeze is like the touch of your caress

That lake is like a silver mirror

Reflecting me and the bench and the trees

And the jewel-like leaves
 Now hanging there like teardrops

The only thing missing is you.

©by Voo

Feb 19, 2005

 5:30 p.m.