Strange Poem by Alyce Crowley

Glowing in the morning light,
(Shimmery as an angel)
I catch your soul,
Taking it's leave of me
And I almost cry...

I caress his face and you just smile,
You always come to visit,
But you never stay
(Sometimes that's the most bitter taste - what I can't take)
I almost wish,
You'd never go...

I roll into his warm scent,
Familar to me,
Like home and I cry,
Missing you...
(You always come but never stay)
And I know he still cares....

Dispite the fact that I'm so far away...