Moments in my solitude

When I am sitting here,
When I close my eyes,
Go do those sore sights
Comes does your smile
Like infant grass
To my blessed lips.

When I am sitting here,
When the breeze ruffles my hair,
Go do those aches
Comes does your care
To my weightless soul.

When I am sitting here,
When I feel this fragrance,
Go do those worries
Comes does your touch
Like the saving rain
To my parched heart.

When I am sitting here,
When this music wafts along,
Go do my acts
Comes does your grace
Like the perfection of time
To my tired body.

When I am sitting here,
When my thoughts come to you,
Go do my rationale
Comes does your name
Like words to a poor poet
To my caroused tongue.