Sometimes..after day is settled
and night cloaks my cares
in deep silence,
I go deep in my cups
of aged Scottish ale..
and draw close
to the moon.
I have walked my dreams
in endless hallways.
In rooms of ghosts
and sighing rain
I have searched for you.
Knowing even as I slept
more chance of then
to hold you again
then ever this
waking mortal plane.
God has still been kind.
I look in the glass
and see the aging and
haunted face..
that never by
His merciful grace
will bear again
the pain of "love".
"For Will.
As it has been through all these 21 years of poetry.."
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I love to read poetry that touches my soul. Thanks for the words, lady. Write on...... 
