~Reverie
~
What is hope
But the whispering of
Our most sacred dreams
Into the ear of
Wishful thinking?It is not distance
That keeps us apart;
Nor the chirping of a sparrow,
Or the rest beat
Of my heart.It is only work
And common concerns
Dragging their feet
While our candle burns,
And leaves rustle
On the street.Then I return to us,
Like a cat seeking
A warm place in the sun.
The distance dissolves,
And I walk on the moon
Of our thoughts.
Licking my paws,
I bask in our daydreams,
Falling slowly into reverie.If you ever wonder
How many times I
Daily think of you...
For every locust that calls
And blesses you with sound,
My thoughts of you continue
And many more abound!MEHB/@Copyright 8/95
