For You
         by Sarah Elizabeth Hume



    I think of you sweetly
    in dreams that fall over me like a soft veil.
    Your voice hangs like a whispered breath
    sweeping across the skin of my cheek.

    I remember your words
    as if they were precious beads of rain
    that quench my parched lips,
    I bathe in them as if they were a sea.

    And though in life I have not witnessed
    the memory of your dark eyes,
    I feel as if I've held them forever.
    They haunt me in lonely darkness
    and caress me in light.

    I think of you sweetly.