Smudges On My Eyes
There are smears on the screen
obscuring my view;
stains from sticky fingers
or maybe smudges on my eyes,
misty with dreams of you.
A quick rub and a blink
and you are revealed
with your words
and your declarations of love.
I can see you now,
crystal clear.
For a lifetime
I have walked in shadows,
never dreaming
I would meet you there.
We used to half live, you and I,
until your soul met mine
and our hearts entwined.
© Christine Magee
