Between the Lines
A Morning's Stretch
I stretch upon this morning's wake
through slatted shades, the dawn peeks through.
I reach for one who is not there,
desiring more, this want of you.
"To love or not to love" is asked
of me by me, each rise of day.
I tempt the mirror with this view
and linger long in vision's sway.
To comfort me, I play the role,
dancing silently with you.
The smiles pretend this masquerade
to feign connection, fed on cue.
I live illusions, all I have,
wishful thinking fantasized.
I'm building castles in the air,
until that nearness, realized.
I'm painting moments in memories kiss,
seeking contemplative thought.
And as I touch this crystal piece
I bring you back when time was caught.
And every minute spoke your name
addictive I, behind these walls,
felt Juliet in shadows' wake,
a Romeo, to whom I'd fall.
Lost without, I sometimes feel.
Abandoned once, I want nought more.
I chance the feel to love again
and hold this time as not before.
Oh just to be, it's this I want.
A song unsung, in need of tune.
I sigh my pleasures, staged for one,
await the next of seeing soon.
"Love is not blind - It sees more and not less, but because it sees more, it is willing to see less."