Sometimes we can't be with the person we love. Happenstance, circumstance, distance and time can get in the way. This was written on the road, days before reuniting with the one who makes my heart beat.
Good news, it is being published in a nice, but small circulation, art magazine. I felt honored and was pleased that they liked it.
Journey
Destination desired,
direction unknown
stumbling,
but not falling.
Unwavering, I carry on
hope filled, determined
to reach
the font
of my dreams.
Lady with
the laughing eyes
smiles across
the parallel path
we walk, together
but separate.
She too journeys,
seeking solace,
peace
comfort and
love.
Destination dreamed,
and seen
in flashes of
what could be
what should be
and what always has been.
Hands meet
when paths meet
and
lips touch
when hands touch.
I wait to walk
at her side.
I wait
to share
the visions
of horizons unknown.
Ages seem to
pass between times
when voices are heard
non-electronic.
But the first glance,
the first smile,
and the welcomed warm embrace
make the days
melt away
as if they existed
only in memory.
Destination savored,
tasted in captured
moments,
together as
the world fades
away from reality.
Time will tell
and the telling
has been this time
apart, as we continue
still walking together
towards a place
made for two.
Silence brings
doubt
but hearts fill
hope springs
and truth sings
with the first hello
and the final laugh.
Constant in heart
and head,
she walks and speaks to
me, invisible and unheard
but to my eyes, ears and soul.
Soon we shall
discover
our own path
making
our own way
to the place
that is only
our own.
Destination certain,
map hidden,
revealed with
each new morning
and drawn with
each new dream.
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