Poetry

in the presence of love

· Steve Robison

we didn't skydive
we didn't fly to paris
we didn't even have a chance to kiss
but
it was pleasant
it was kind
it was spiritual
it was loving
it was close
it was nice
it was beautiful
it was perfect
and i remember it well
...
i see your loveliness
in your eyes
in your face
in your heart
in the light that shines through you
...
i was in the presence of an angel
i was in the presence of a friend
i was in the presence of love

for liza