When I hear your voice, it sounds distant,
Yet I hear it right in my ear, as though
Somehow it visits me independently of you.
The one time I've heard your voice for real,
You spoke into my ear from the other end of
A thin copper wire thousands of miles long.

The memory of the sound of your words
Caressing me like a temperate breeze
Is comforting now, as I lie here and wish
That your arms were wrapped around me
Instead of this warm, yet cold, duvet.

This room is cold and dark without
Your radiance to illuminate it
And your beauty to banish
This cruel autumn night.

If you were here, the stars would be forced
To retire; to give up their twinkling,
Outshone by the fire of your soul
Burning brightly in your eyes,
Outclassed by your smile that turns
Night to day and eradicates all the shadows
That evade other sources of light.

My life would be one long, beautifully
Clear day of the sort we all wish
Would never end, since you would be
The Sun around which I revolve.

Your beauty would remove my need
To find the sunset, and your presence
Would remove my need to imagine
Your voice calming me and your arms
Keeping me insulated from the cold.

And you would actually be here,
Next to me, where all I have to do
To touch you would be to reach out,
And all I have to do to be happy
Would be to breathe.

10/31/2002

Posted on 11/01/2002
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