Here I touch you--
in midnight's mumble
where wind is restless,
memories shimmer
like beacons of hope...
time,
in endless echoes,
melds moments with separation.
Hope hurries
to frolic with fortune
and stars sparkle
in southern sighs;
sometimes a wish
rising, rising skywards.
Oh the dire prospect of future.
Unfulfilled.
Sometimes I dance
in dreams of unity,
cupping circumstance
in never and forever--
this is my need.
Here I touch you...
here I touch you
with faltering fingers,
I touch you
with yesterday's yearnings
and sometimes
my kisses vanish within woes
that weep
upon wisdoms unheard...
I hear myself
in silent slumbers.
My heart heaves heavy
when reality reigns;
my soul shatters and sobs,
searching to survive.
I touch what I can not reach--
you are not here...
My discontent damages
each newborn morn
and velvet hues embrace hurt,
to comfort.
Clouds reshape
to capture your essence,
warming my soul
as belief bends on moon's beams
and as I touch you,
wisps of wind
want to inhale you
in promises of perfection.
Silver trophy winner
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