A cool silk-pillowing sweetness, like a bed
Of smooth sweet fragrant linens comforts me.
A heady peace, like indolent petals shed
In humming orchards drowns me in ennui.
Impressions, long one, ring in me like bells:
Like west winds whispering over blowing sands
They roll and echo down the years in spells
For me to gather in my empty hands.
And thus the length of time's dispelled between us:
Days, like the clouds, dissolve in open sky.
Oh God! Your arms erase my loneliness,
Like easy breezes bear away July!
Copyright 1995 Anissa Nedzel Gage