Creations

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Creations

Last night,

you were there.

Waking eyes would call it a dream...

but you were real.

I remember combing my fingers through your hair.

Never have I touched anything so soft.

I swear I could smell and taste Heaven,

settling like dew, upon your skin.

I watched each word glide past your lips,

carried to my heart by your whispering breath.

I've never heard so sweet a song.

Why did God allow the morning sun

to pierce my eyes,

moments before the certainty

of love?

I was so very close

to creating perfection.

Randy