A kiss on the wind!

I saw the imprint of your lips, that touched along my fingertips,
When I reached to capture this gift within my sight,
And in the bitter winter rain, it seemed that you were here again,
Still by my side, not vanished in the night.

I had nothing else to do today, so I stayed, I didn’t walk away,
All memories were like a waterfall,
Such thoughts were there of love so fine, when we were young and you were mine,
And never leant to solitude at all.

But all too soon the kiss was gone, I left it there and carried on,
To walk among the heather on the hill,
I walk there in your memory and of how much that you mean to me,
And the kiss – that waits upon there – for me still!

Mick
( Copyright Michael Westwood 2016 )