Presence

All too often, I think I feel the touch of your hair.
More than often, I drift and I think you’re really here.
Laughter — echoes away.

Only human, I miss you, miss you night and day.
More than human, your presence never really goes away.
After you, what do I do?

Your presence, your presence, your presence,
Alway here.
And I know, I know it’s you.

What, I wonder, what good comes of this?
I feel your presence, but I can’t feel your kiss.
Seems I’m under, seems I’m under a spell —
I seem to have forgotten, forgotten what’s in myself.
Your presence has carried me here.

Your presence, your presence, your presence,
Is making me clear.
And I know, I know it’s me.

 

recorded version at:      soundcloud.com/wkh

About wkhardy

A long-time teacher, woodworker and musician who is now writing some ideas that have incubated for forty years -- ideas about WHAT SCHOOLS REALLY SHOULD BE!!!! And now, November of 2015, I'm posting poems and song lyrics from my book -- Once There Came A Thought.
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