I Touched Your Face And Sighed
Early this morning
You lay by my side
Your sleep I disturbed
In your dreams, I did glide
On rivers of worry
Through rapids of fears
I reached to comfort you
And shared happy tears
Of love for you deeply
My heart cannot hide
When I touched your face and I sighed.
Early this morning
You filled up my mind
My arms felt so empty
Where’s my strength to find
For patience, your absence
Is the surviving of drought
My heart sings a symphony
For you, so do not doubt
My thoughts, always on you
My love, always strong
You are my life’s love
Never could this be wrong.
Early this morning
As you slept at my side
My emotions overwhelmed me
An unexpected tide.
Others may doubt me,
They are misled.
I love you so much,
You are my heart, my head
Of this I will tell them,
To prove I’ve not lied,
Of the tale of when,
I touched your face and I sighed.
Originally written Nov 27th, 1997
Notes: I’m trying to remember what I was reading to get me to write ‘love’ poems, but I think it was perhaps a baser impulse. Regardless, its both fun and a little embarrassing to read these. It’s fun to have written them and kept them.
From my Madrid files on the Pub Storytellers nights. Where an eclectic group of expats, troubadours, and assorted, sodden wordsmiths gathered twice a week to share a few pints, tell many tall tales, and lessen our loneliness at our favorite Irish Pub in Madrid, Spain, back in 1997-98. I kept my scribbles from these nights and the poems that grew out of the stories I told. This is the first time I’ve ever published these. I hope you enjoy them.