By Chiefy Townsend (townsend@digital.net)
Date: 25 May 1999

Close At Hand

 Whether on the mountains or over seas,
Back home a special girl is waiting for me.
I myself do not ask much
Only to hear her lovely voice
And to feel her gentle touch.
Though I am far from home,
I am not alone
for I have a picture of her in my heart
And on my mind
Helping me pass the time.
In every gentle breeze that passes by,
I hear her name
Hoping she still feels the same.

 Not knowing how to tell my lady love,
Here I reside
Watching her from the realms up above.
I shall return not far from now,
Though I know not how.
Perhaps I could catch a ride on her wishing star,
And soar over the moon
Only to reappear in her room.
To have things back the way it used to be
In loving arms just her and me.