Fab 2004

 
 
Your eyes are a night sky
star-filled and cloudless
where the angels find solace
and swim in the darkness
 
Your voice is like Christmas
and each word you speak is a present
and I am the impatient child
who waits for each one
 
Now your face has been painted
upon the wall of my memory
and it has an immortal beauty
that time will not tarnish
 
Sometimes I imagine your touch
and I know it must be like heaven
an indescribable paradise
of which I can only dream