
The chilly dawn breeze
And pine trees dancing in the rain
I remember you
There’s an ache and deep sigh within
When the memory of you recalls
You’re a far, yet so close
A delusion maybe,
But I believe!
I missed my precious friend,
Of each longing, for a word of comfort,
Word of tender love,
Of all the strings of expression
The hours of waiting and dew
For kisses through his bright blue eyes
Will the time or fate
Bring this unrest heart to a complete
Painting by Salvador Dali