Reflecting on clouds that slowly creep, <br />Across the vast skies like woolly sheep, <br />The blues of heaven, the red sunset, <br />All sights that nobody can forget, <br />Sunshine and rain, crisp white frost and snow, <br />The softest breeze, and strong winds that blow, <br />Though I will gently doze, yet I may sleep, <br />For within your spirit my love you keep. <br /> <br />Reflecting on mighty oceans deep, <br />Stark mountains so craggy, tall and steep, <br />Valleys all filled with rich luscious green, <br />There’s such immense beauty to be seen, <br />But you are not here to see it too, <br />I can’t share these wondrous things with you, <br />You said not to cry though, nor will I weep, <br />For within my spirit your love I keep. <br /> <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reflecting/
