A brisk breeze whispers past,
Carrying the pungent perfume of pine.
It toys with a stray strand of hair,
And draws anxieties from my mind.
Dusk-lights dance on the rippling waves,
Oranges, blues, greens, and yellows.
In the distance, a birdsong warbles
As the evening starts to mellow.
The peace washes over me,
And settles like morning dew,
But as ever, it stays out of reach,
For I am here without you.
A rustle in the brush nearby
Catches my attention.
Tribe of turkeys, lone groundhog,
Or just my mind's invention?
I coax my thoughts back
To still, soft mountain air.
I breathe it in, breathe it out,
In a silent ritual prayer.
Lazy leaves on tranquil trees
Sing soothing songs of slumber,
But I fear I won't find rest tonight,
For I am without my lover.
