The Windows of My Soul: A Season ~ A Time (#118)

A Season ~ A Time (#118)
© Brenda
February 29, 1976

Reaching out, I touch you
Through the mists of time
You are all I have longed for
Made of soul dreams of mine.

Clouds swirl all around me
Now, once more, you’re gone
It is not yet time
The season has not come.

I know you’re there forever
The mist will clear away
You’ll then stand beside me
Never to go away.

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