Pools of changing hue,
Rippling halo’s of reflected street lights,
Through curtains of rain,
Your eyes sparkle blue.
You’re standing there in the winds restlessness,
An oasis of calm before the storm,
Watching the dark clouds against a velvet black sky,
Exuding intoxicating peacefulness.
Your gentle voice mingling in the breeze,
Of the same that was scorched by the desert sun,
Or raced along the snowy plains in Arctic freeze.
I hear you in my heart,
Brought to me on the whisperings of trees,
Though we’re thousands of miles apart,
Separated by lands, mountains and seas.
Not lonely but alone,
Ever constant in my mind,
A miracle, just for being,
Always you, my love, my home.
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Posted: Jan 2016
About this poem:Hi everyone, Happy New Year!
I have just reworked this one to bring it up to date, hope you like it.
When I say "Home" in the last line, I mean it as a person, not where I live.