"My Thoughts of You" by Bob McDearmid

Rainbows shimmering through the suns reflection beneath a waterfall. In the distance the beckoning melody of a pan flute melds with the harmonies of natures own symphony. The sounds and visions seep into my mind and mesh with my thoughts... my thoughts of you.

Sitting quietly on the porch the rain splashes without rhythm against the window panes and tin roof of my cottage home. Vertical streams of water flowing over glass and wood are sent spiraling downward to the overflowing puddles below. I'm drowning in a sea of loneliness unable to escape my thoughts... my thoughts of you.

I remember snuggling beneath a freshly sewn quilt my grandmother made me with her very own hands. I remember tasting fresh honeysuckle in the air and eating sweet plums from a field of trees only children could find, and I remember your soft caring smile making it's way to my lips for the very first time. All are priceless treasures, as are my thoughts of you.

I sit in front of this mindless screen typing and reading messages to friends, acquaintances, and lovers, who keep me company as the nights and days pass quickly underneath the stars like a wind driven cloud. I write of passion and compassion... friendship and love... And in spite of all the thoughts I have, none could ever compare, to my thoughts of you.

and all the while I think of you... and I miss you... but nobody knows it but me... and God.