Presence

i look at that shinning moon, and
the sparkling stars
and I see you..
when the birds sing
and the church bell rings
i hear you..
when the wind brushes my face
and the baby seeks my embrace
i feel you..

Darling, All my senses
yearn and seek for thee..
Hoping when i wake up
i'll see you beside me.

i see..
hear, and
feel you...

but where are you?

gone...

Gone.

by Mary Jane Lacsamana

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Excellent piece.10+