Muddy road, stinging eyes
In the hot summer wind.
I feel your shoulder
Grazing mine when we turn a corner.
Railings of a wooden bridge.
Silent river, silent thoughts
On a lovely autumn evening.
And I hear your footsteps
Bringing your reflection closer to me.
Cotton papered pages.
Crimson sunset, nervous fingers
After words after words after words.
From across the room, your laughter
Stealing me away from lonely stories.
I sometimes imagine
The tiniest gesture, the softest jolt
That breaks my deepest longing -
A glance from you.
The Lady in Red.