Sensing you

To smell the sweet roses,
To touch the flowing wheat,
To taste the grapes of wine,
To know that you are near.

To hear the winds whisper,
To see the rising sun,
To feel air fill my lungs,
To know that you are near.

Warming rays upon my flesh,
Your shape a silhouette,
Shadows once of color,
Holding onto memories.

Scents bring life to yesterday,
Elated sighs raise lips,
Breathing deep to capture,
Keeping your essence within.

There you are, no longer gone,
Filling my eyes with yours,
Your skin soft upon mine,
Senses replenished today.

                             Jaymes Ian Woode

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