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

A Poet's Call

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