From somewhere down inside me it comes, this knowing of you. This hole inside me yawns at times and makes me feel an earthly ache. All the wrongs and moments of truthfullness have passed me by. Quietly whispering misgivings and doubts.
Weathered and old my reflection passes under this sun. With salt and palms passing. Or through my low hung mists of winter I wander. Thinking of who I’ve begun to be. The me I am. The who I wanted to be as I dreamed of a future. My dreams become me in the twinkling of night. Under your stars. Full in my belly of freedom and warmth.
Breathe with me. My little rolling drop of rain. Be aware of me as your path winds down this window. I can feel you in my soul. Your pattering steps. Buttons clicking on the pine floor. Come fill my world with your softness.
Only to wake in the grey of this wilderness. Knowing you were here so many years ago.
