Ah, the times I imagined
To just see you face to face
Even if only to squarely look into your eyes
Is a dream apparently so remote
I will never have that need satisfied
If that would be the word
As just to lock eyes
Would invoke that deeper desire
To hear your words
Without need of anything except
My God-given senses
I feel the reverberation
Like ripples across water
Pressing against me
Yet invokes a deeper, spiritual need
The sigh that escapes
When your arms slide around me
Enveloped in sweet embrace
How the mind falls internally
Leaves shed from trees
Float, as would my heart
I can only imagine
What cannot be
This feckless world
Of dashed yearnings
Left again, with no satisfaction
The constant famished feeling
As a starving wolf, alone
Crying into a still, moonlit night
My head tilts back to call out
Empty, cold, deserted
Alone
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