Tender Scrawls
Uyen Nguyen
16 May 2002

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You dance around in my mind,
even when I'm not thinking about you.
You grace my dreams with you.
Like the soft smoke of incense
caressing the air with its fragrance,
you lingered in my subconscious
and fell silently upon my skin,
leaving your essence to drift
on and in me.
Your ethereal movement gently
solaced me and accompanied me
through the depths of my mind,
through the depths of loneliness,
leaving your presence with me,
like the angel that you are,
flying beside me and
watching over me.