I Write

Strange as it is

While I sit here

Wrapped in your thoughts

In her arms you serenely sleep

In anticipation I linger

Wondering if ever

You would simply pause by

And fill my unspoken needs

It isn’t something

I have never felt before

But this seems as new now

As that day when I first saw love

You stood on that side

Smiling, at that line I had drawn

Knowing not if I could cross

Or if I had already done so

So to fill you

Into my soul, I write…

So that you don’t slip away

Like the sands through the fingers of Time