Lover's Land

there's a gentle wind 
blowing thru my hair
but how i wish
you were there
to caress each strand
and nuzzle close
reminding me
who I love most...
there's a shining sun
glowing on my brow
but how I dream
someday..
somehow..
that we'll be walking
hand in hand
in our own 
Lover's Land...

By Sharon Frye