Where are you,
the one my heart longs for?
Why do you hide in the darkness
on the edge of reality?
Drifting in and out of the light of my dreams?
I feel your tender touch--
your soft caresses
your gentle voice
your warm hands--
but I never see your face.
You are the steadiness in my weakness,
a wall of strength and security;
my moon when the sun is hidden,
my north star when I lose my way.
But where are you?
my heart longs for you--
straining to reach you
fighting to keep you
needing to feel you--
you are everywhere and nowhere.
Always too far away,
never close enough.
Always just around the corner,
never near enough.
Always in the back of my mind,
never real enough.
My fingers grasp at the black wisps of imagination,
cursed only to touch white, harsh, tangible reality.
And I cry out
as you slip through my fingers again,
and your face disappears into shadows.
