by Richard Vince
The wind that buffets my window
Is but a whisper behind the sound
Of your voice, ringing in my head.
It cannot hope to drown out
The silent scream within me
For your arms around me.
But I am stuck here in tomorrow
With only my wishing and
The ghost of your eyes for company.
My hands are cold without your fingers
Wrapped around them, but the world
Is warmer for your presence
And the beauty within you.
This room is cold and dark and empty
While inhabited only by me
And my emptiness, and my
Lonely wishes for you, thrown
Randomly at the stars I cannot see
Beyond the clouds and the urban glow...
Just like the you I know is there
Beyond the sea, beyond my sight,
But not beyond my love for you.
Even here I can feel your beauty,
In the haunting words that echo
Around my head, and in the memory
Of your screaming eyes - the windows
To the soul I most want to heal.
Maybe one day I will feel
Your hands in mine, and your love
Wrapped around my soul, when it
Returns from wherever it has gone.
Perhaps it has followed my heart
Across the ocean, to the top
Of the mountain, where it waits.
And when you next go to admire
The view, it will leave with you.
Posted on 02/10/2002
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