by Thomas Mills Scearce
I create powerful visions.
I imagine delicious, romantic moments.
I whisper your name when I am weary.
I look for you in airports, cafes, and thrift stores.
I dream of you standing by a turquoise river.
I share sunsets with you, though you look east.
I watch the faint, streaking glimmer of
satellites, and pray you'll look down on me.
I hear your voice in crashing ocean waves.
Savoring the past-
Thirsting for the future.
Oblivious to these precious passing moments
I author countless tales of our adventures.
And I am writing...