Emmalee

Emmalee, you dance in my dreams,

I see your sweet eyes

they shame the sky

with their bright and beautiful

verdigris beams

I yearn for you always, I want you to know

I imagine your laughter; I hear it I’m sure,

like the tinkling of windchimes on a wind – vague, obscure –

lilting, melodic, dulcet and low

do not think I’m not there, for it is not so

just because you don’t see me right now

I wait longingly, for someday, somehow,

and in the eyes of my heart, I’m watching you grow

©Debra Goodman

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