There are times when I see myself

through eyes past.

My pale face so in love

aching for the caress of a flaxen

haired boy racing through rolling fields.

Suddenly serious your adventurous eyes

sent shivers through me.

I longed for your touch anytime and

kissed you opened mouth without

permission.

I adored your mock anger when

you chased and on catching me

the awkward way you looked down

at your hands.

Soon Autumn threw its shadow on

sprouting wheat, smooth and wet.

Now, I listen to the soft whisper

of your breathing through a half

closed door and know there are

different kinds of love, soft and sweet,

wild, ruthless, and unafraid.