When I close my eyes

When I close my eyes I remember

the giddiness of new love

the tenderness of an evening breeze

the tacit approval of winking stars.

When I close my eyes I can see

her stroking his hair

as he moves his head


against her hand

so she doesn’t stop.

About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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