drifting
drifting away
I once could feel you here
almost reach you with my fingertips
almost
vibrations across miles and years
Now I close my eyes
The air is still
Where are you?
I am adrift
aimless without a compass
lost
Nurture My Muse
when writing is not a choice but necessary
Nurture My Muse 
Incredible photo.
Thanks Hattie,
I took that while vacationing at one of my most favorite places – Tomales Bay, California