"The Splendor"

The wind is whistling softly across my face, as I sit here reminded of her
It seems every moment of my day is shared, by images of that countenance
The subtle, pristine pictures flowing, through the photo album of her childhood
The ever gracious words of her, singing shadows of silhouetted deeds, of simple good
And every single breath I take, invigorates, the precious feeling of good in me
She's like a virus healing, instead of tearing down the field of blooming lilies
I find that I am comforted by just the awareness, that her picture is on my phone
And if an hour goes by that I don't sense her near, her photo helps me not feel alone
I know that this seems crazy but how do I ignore this feeling that I need her somehow
It's as though God has answered me, but I can't recall the prayer, or the vow
The splendor of her simplicity has taken me to the depths of love's pining
I feel the innocence and the honest language, of the soul that keeps reminding
Of the love that just keeps pouring from my pen in prose, and crude quatrains
There seems to be no ending to the raining light, of passing lovers lanes
Everywhere I look, every face I see, can't stop thinking, what's she's doing inside of me
Love that just grows stronger each time the cell phone rings, no illusion, it's her harmony

More than synchronicity, the signs of love are there
And the strange compatibility, is more than odd
Every time I turn the page her spoken words are there
Can anyone explain this, I think i'll look to God......

Tony Taylor   (Chicago)