A glowing vapor of your image writes
Across the room at your favorite desk
I am just watching and dare not speak
Trying to control the beat in my chest
Your hair shines of fine black silk
Moving to a wind that doesn’t exist
You sit there with a comfortable grace
As I admire the penmanship in your wrist
I wonder what note you might be writing
Could it be regrets that cloud your peace
Or to tell loved ones that everything is OK
To let the shadow of sadness be released
You look back when your writing is done
Smiling at me you fade away into the ether
A piece of paper is left behind that says
Free your heart and allow it to be your leader
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