• The Next Step •
When I woke up this
morning, nothing was new
My mind was filled with an image of you.
I close my eyes and imagine you're here
Holding me close, the thought I hold dear.
I raise my hand to caress your cheek
It seems so long, but it's only a week
Since I saw you; but I miss you so much
And now I ache to feel your touch.
I feel your lips gently brushing my skin
Your arms around me, drawing me in,
Holding me tight; please don't let me go
This feels so right; this much I know!
The next stage is clear - it's time to move on
Entwined in my arms is where you belong.
Tell me I'm right, and believe that it's true;
That you know in your heart that you feel this way too.
Written February 2000