Gentle (Draft 7)
Since you’ve flown I miss your hugs
and when your thoughts do tug at me
it seems you are the moon
who pulls my tidal craves, but then
I know for sure if you think of me
I’ll feel it like a gentle breeze. Yes I know
whenever you send an ethereal kiss
I miss you so much again, your elegance
the delicate touch.
I know if I could seize the wind just now,
you’d be home to embrace me for sure
an endowment, this calm of love
So pretty gentle things
— Douglas Gilbert