Wordless Conversation




In the dying flames,
Of the falling sun,
It is his eyes I see,
Staring back at me,
Wondering where I have been-

Why I do not come to him when he calls me,
Asking who I see,
Why I do not speak of where I have been.

I could have told him;
It is his lovely face I see every night,
Flaring in the burning embers of my fire-
I could have said,
I felt his touch every morning,
When the dew fell on my face,
I imagined it was his lips,
Kissing me awake-

I could have told him,
How much I missed the sound of his voice,
How I replayed every conversation in my mind,
Until I fell into a weary sleep-

I walked so many miles trying to escape this feeling,
And when the road led me back to the beginning,
He was a year older,
And waiting for my return…

His voice making my heart smile,
Skipping a beat with every word I hear,
The light in his eyes making me smile,
With the way he looked at me.

At last I understood,
This is the glory of love,
To be forgiven when you can not forgive yourself,

To see his light in your darkest despair,
To find him waiting there,
When you return from your journey,
To find yourself and discover,
that the love you looked for,
Was there all along;

Waiting for your return…


By Reindeer


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