Sleep eluded me last night.
My mind would not be still.
It slid through many topics,
Then stopped itself at will.
Suddenly I saw you,
With a memory so clear,
That if I kept my eyes closed,
I could fantasize you're here.
Your precious face before me,
The echo of your voice,
My lonely heart was aching.
I miss you--have no choice.
I hope you're resting sweetly.
I pray you're well and fine.
But as for me? In Georgia,
I'm only marking time.
I go through sometimes myself, although the good thing is I usually write better at 2 or 3 am:)
You've done a wonderful thing here and my mere comments can not do it justice:D
Thank you.
Amberlee
Jess, Very nice,as with your others. It was a pleasure to read. Later,Spanky