My heart beats heavy with the knowing
that we are separated
by mist, by time, by circumstance.
I long for the connection of souls
that awaits us
beyond the veil of misdirection.
His face hides in mystery
but his spirit calls to me
as a long lost friend and lover.
Passion lingers out of reach
of hands that hunger
for that ardent union of souls and bodies.
He is lost to me.
Yet I refuse the course of resignation,
as I cling to the optimism
that is my strength.
He will be found
and the consummation
will be a conflagration of discovery.
Love begets Love!
You will, I know you will soon.
Amen
John Michael
Maybe lost but somehow always there. Bless You My Friend.
Warmly,
Sage
Love Tinka
Regis
fee