The beautiful woman disappears, <br />And I’m lost when she’s not here <br />To recite my name <br />Like a mockingbird’s refrain. <br /> <br />Her sweet words echo in my brain <br />As I gaze out midnight windows <br />Following the path <br />Of the gently falling rain. <br /> <br />It is my soul that exists <br />Between the spaces of her heartbeats, <br />And her breath is my perfume <br />When flowers fade in a sunlit room <br />And I’m facing certain defeat. <br /> <br />I’ve forgotten my home <br />To linger for a moment in her eyes.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spaces-between-her-heartbeats/
