St. Paul, MN USA
With only a fantasy in stead for your presence
Heavy breath's drawn in as I turn off the light:
so keenly felt here is your absence;
how should I last through the night?
Out of fitful slumber, something moves
And you might open one eye-
But there's nothing there- no one at all
Sleeping by your side.
Beyond the wall of midnight
And but ten small minutes away
I'm cursing my adjacent empty space
Then whispering your name.
How can time drop so slowly?
And how can clocks keep their pace
When such aloneness is attested to
By the tears upon my face?
Pass hours, unkind; weary and weary
One would think by default that I'd earned
A bit of respite from this battle,
But still I toss; still, I turn.
So many nights I could spend with you
limbs entwined in love and light
I realize I'm not knowing that now
and a sorrow that I must learn to fight
strikes deep down as I feel almost lost
And still I turn; still, I toss.
Shall those hours account for the company I keep?
Threatening to seize me, body and mind entire,
At night these thoughts of you settle deep
And overtake me with desire.
August 24, 1999