~*~ For Forever Waits ~*~

My heart and the sky are in sync,
Both raging with the same desire.
I see him in the distance,
And I sense his smile and laughter.
His face silhouetted against the light,
Finely chiseled, with life, and love
Ignites the fire in my soul,
Electricity begins flowing through me.

I walk on, no purpose and no means,
Nowhere really to go, but to him.
No one else draws me like he does.
And as I walk on deeper,
Further into the winding maze of him,
There he quietly stands, waiting.
A stream of light pours over him,
Highlighting his golden hair, and,
I shiver in my mind's vision of love.

He looks at me and smiles,
My heart begins a symphony of love.
His face, dynamic, so intriguing,
I cannot help but stare.
And yet in his deep green eyes,
I sense such sadness and loss,
This sadness he cannot share.
His lost love holds him hostage,
And hurt and fear have become the bars,
Keeping his love under lock and key.

Overwhelmed by desire,
But torn by his despair,
I wonder more about him,
About the pain I see inside.
At the very thought I turn away,
Unable to bear his suffering.
Slowly, with hidden tears, I turn back,
And take his weathered hands.
Again, he smiles, and I feel his squeeze.
There is no hurry,
For forever waits.

art: Maxfield Parrish "Harvest"
music: Frederic Chopin - Raindrops Opus 25, No. 15

~*~ I write ~ Therefore I am ~*~

'There is only a very thin line between genius and insanity, this is measured only on sucess; I am proud to be considered an under-achieving genius'.

"I am not now that which I have been."