Reflections
For Bonnie Harriett
I walk on sadly
through the streets of my town.
Wherever I walk
my footsteps cause
my heart to beat out your name.
Each sound of the air,
as it caresses my ears,
sounds of your voice.
As each moment I see,
the delight of my eyes,
is filled with your face.
If only these long hours
could find your arms,
no longer would I walk on
aimlessly through this cold.
P. J. Campise
