Languish in the warmth of my heart

If only in a passing dream.

Yes there is room for you here

Though you may not see it.

Behind the silence of my

Troubled eyes, I await your

Arrival, ever watchful for

A smile meant only for me,

I drift upon the still waters of your

Reflection, guided by the scent

Of your perfume, a memory

That still haunts me like the

Tickings of a broken clock

Or the lingering thought of

Something I thought left behind.

I shall wait for you here

Though you may not know it.

In this chamber of solitude, I

Abide and take comfort in the

Assurance that we are friends.

But forgive me if I dream of

Your long dark hair framed

In moonlight, or the feel of

Softly parted lips pressed

Against mine, heart waiting

To be filled as I carry this image

Down

Beyond

The

Fringes

Of

My

soul…

END

“Troubled Eyes”