Poetry. About missing my people.

But for Wanting You Here

By Paul Klusman

The rain gave way to the burning sun
The clouds to the burning blue
The hours of dark to the break of dawn
And birds to sing anew

The morning crossed the mark of noon
The noon crossed to later time
The hands of the clock past the marks

And rang out every chime

My cat fell into a slumbered state
My eye fell to him now
My heart fell into contented grace
And glad marvelled how

The day is wanting nothing more
The spirit has nothing to fear
This moment would be perfection
But for wanting you here