Saturday, May 06, 2006


Another old one transposed from My Secret Place. 1-9-06. Written with a certain person from England on my mind.

by: R.A. Slater

Like a phantom you walk the corridors of my heart and mind
Your kisses steal my breath
Your touch brings a trembling
My heart longs for your presence
My ears long for the brush of your lips whispering your love
My skin longs for the caress of your hands
As a flower longs for the summer rain to wash over it
Yet when I open my eyes, you are no longer there
And I wonder if you are real, or a figment of my imagination


Jean-Luc Picard said...

It sounds as lovely as ever, Ciera!

Ciera said...

I knew you'd like it!!! :) :) :)