My tapping brings attention,
To someone close behind,
A soulful love she senses,
A memory in her mind.
It’s me my dear a-watching,
A kiss I send to you,
A caress from my spirit,
Like fairies and angels do.
My presence to be unknown,
A face she cannot see,
A mist of feeling follows her,
Unbound, forever free.
Like a spinning neon dime,
A sign the shepherd cares,
Aglow in endless time,
Our bond to always share.
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