In the quiet stillness of early morning
When everyone has all gone to bed
a quiet ringing goes through my ears
and through my head
I listen with my heart
and strain to feel your spirit
in my dim surroundings
I close my eyes and hear it
It doesn't diminish the sense of longing
or the sense of sadness
or the feeling of not belonging
or the silent madness
But I feel you calling
an uspoken invitation
I wish that it were true
and more than my imagination
I wish I could feel near
the softness of your touch
and the gentleness of your hand
and the beauty of your blush
But in the early morning hours
I close my eyes and feel
and strain and imagine
that you are real
and in this lost moment
When my thoughts tend to wander
its you I long for
and you I ponder
2008 © James T. Adair
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