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A poem

"Thinking of You"
by: myself

I think of you in the darkness of night
When all has fallen silent and I am left alone
I imagine your arms around me
And can almost feel the warmth of your breath on my cheek

I think of you in the brightness of day
When life is busy and the world is rushing me along
I imagine you pulling me aside
Just to smile and tell me of your love

I think of you when I pray
When God bends His ear to me
I ask for His blessings in your life
And for His angels to protect you

Wherever I am, whatever I am doing
You are not far from my thoughts
And I just wanted to let you know
That I'm thinking of you.

Comments

Anonymous said…
That's very good, ciera. I like its sweetness, its tenderness. Makes me warm.
Marti's Shadow said…
Hi Ciera, I'm coming from Dylnne. I liked your poem a lot!
Jean-Luc Picard said…
Ciera, you have a great poetical style.
Cin said…
Hi Ciera, Michele did not send me - but I do believe she started the introductions a while back....

I love your poem - it's sweet and kind and wrapped in the sentiments most of us don't share often enough.

Have a great weekend!
Ciera said…
thanks everyone.

I've found that the best poems I write come from the heart...although I've never been able to write one from joy. Go fig.
Ciera said…
I take it back...I have since learned to write from a place of joy. [going by the latest poem I posted] :)

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