Breakfast's Ghost

morning mist on water fades
dew on grass drips from its blades
smell of brine, its salty tang
enervates, is tastier than

morning coffee, buttered toast
aromatic breakfast's ghost
which lingers here while by the sea
wishing you were here with me

it's my wish, it's my desire
to be with you by evening's fire
sharing moments in our lives
in changing times as love survives
-
the morning mist which fades away
the evening dew which does not stay
the Sun at noon, its shining light
the twinkling stars in sky at night...

all part of you and part of me
part of how we come to be
both in mind and too in heart
at the end as we each start

beginning always fresh each day
of feeling close so far away
each breath we breathe, each thought we think
each feeling felt, by these we're linked