All I asked of you,
Was to find the time and cultivate the moments I offered
Like the photographs I made, bring color forth
Quench this passionate heart from your deep well.

To take a step towards me with each of mine towards you.
My ears strain for any sound at all.
Listening for your footsteps on this gravel path.
But I hear nothing but the wind.

I cannot see the stars behind the clouds above,
No pale orb to guide me northward to your arms.
The well was empty long before I got there.
Not even the universe can turn sand into water.

My rooms are dark and cold as I wander around them.
Remembering the timber and laughter in the night.
And the whispers and comfort in your arms I felt.
I long to be there.....not here.

04/07/2005

Posted on 04/07/2005
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