I wanted my sight of you,
When it came,
As a summer morn,
On gentle sea;
To sway.
I wanted my scent of you,
When it came,
As a summer breeze,
Of honeysuckle;
To surround.
I wanted my words to you,
When they came,
As a summer shower,
On taut canvas;
To sparkle.
I wanted my touch of you,
When it came,
As a summer sun,
On bare rock;
To scorch.
I wanted my love of you,
When it came,
As a summer night,
On still warm grass;
To surrender.
©R Derham 2012
