never knowing
how I effected you
I can only lay my thoughts in the sand
wishing some to gather against you.
for then you will know
I never hoped the hurt of you.
only to wipe the gritty sand from your hands,
dry the sweat from your brow,
and offer you a cold drink of water.
if somehow that never came across
I wish it for you now.
from she
who holds your hands in the dark,
in the times of worry and weary days,
she will care for you
as I wanted to.
hazel meadows 