It was yesterday (4/18/92)


it was yesterday
I saw
the leaves
dried
so quietly,
by the tomorrow,
today
has become
Laiden
in colors
an artists
brush
could never touch;
My heart reaches
for a memory;
God
brings
you back
again
And taken
were
the clasps
of your hair
as wind
blends
it into a sun
I know
I will always see
your face
So
the tears
"will"
fall
Mine into yours;
Yours into mine;
to christen
palms
of a hands longing
to be able
to grasp
the hand
that
has touched
eternity
4/18/92
Jamie
