Lovesick in the Desert

The sun spills gold across the high

 desert,

A tender brush of light, warm as your breath.

Your absence drifts through the air,

In every ray that dances across the mesas.

Afternoon stretches its arms of sunlight,

Holding me the way your smile once did.

But as dusk leans close, the sky grows wistful—

The bright day dims, clouds gather like sighs,

As if the heavens themselves mourn what has gone.

Missing you My Love Carol Kappes

Admirer.       Written verse

Carol Kappes Written title