To hold me in the warmth of your embrace.
To gently brush your lips upon my bare shoulder.
Let your fingers find their way through my tresses
that flow down in fragrant waves.
Let your whispers caress every grief
that my heart painfully carries.
May this moment be branded in our hearts
so that we may remember:
To take the time to revive love’s magic
and be young in spirit again.
Our distance apart wrenches me
in pain and inexplicable grief;
far much too worse than
this cold winter, night breeze
I mouth these voiceless whispers
hoping that this delicate mist;
would cover all the miles
I never will be able to.
Unshed tears shall always be
the frozen words I can never share.
You may be far and silent
but your throes of sorrow echo clear.
And even though I smile and speak
I know you know and surely see
that my heart is torn and my soul withered
for I am not with you and you can never be near.
soulmetry 