Her Poem by Phil Soar

She Rises,
More than likely before me
Even though we are not together
We are as one
In mind and friendship

The day begins with thoughts of her
And how, although far away
She is close
Warming the base of our friendship
Stirring the thoughts of the day
Starting again

Whether she thinks of me is irrelevant
She is there
Blessing each day with her presence
Warming the heart with her words
Tracing memories in the mind with her feelings
Her covert movements a mystery to me
But she is there

Deep within a place where love lies waiting
Her voice lingers and her words caress
And where blossom might fall
Her petals remain intact
All year she blossoms, and doesn't fade
Her scent is like a rose
That one might encounter in summer

And as each day ends she remains
Not physical,
Just hovering like a humming bird
Seeking nectar
To keep her youth and look her best
And as she sleeps, she remains beautiful
No loss of charm
Just her refreshing glow
That seems to draw on night air
And when she wakes
She ignores the dark, engages with the morning
And I call out to her
And though she doesn't hear
I know she is there.

A friend and an angel.