Missing Picture

I wanted to say
One last thought
At the way we look
When we see that gentle sun
At the sandy beach
In this missing picture
In a hidden frame

Don't look for me in this frame
As I look out at you
The cool air against your face

Do not listen for me
As the cold air burns your tender ear
Pass laments and praises
As you reach your destined remuneration
Prayed for by me and granted to you

Do not feel for me
Yet always know me
Sending blessings
For sensing you
And me in another
Enduring fragrance of this
Budding Rose

by Pat Weddle

Comments (1)

Simply beautiful poem! ! ! ! ! !