Across Near Distance

Is it thou that I see standing there,

Across the glade, across the ever

Expanding life that I cannot even

Dareth think to cross?

Is it thou that I see, the one I cannot

Bare to be separate from, but am

Inexplicably separated from?

Is it thou, whose cheek that I with

My hand aquiver with fear,

Long to touch, to caress?

Over these long hours,

With a mind numb as a frozen

River in the middle of a begotten winter.

I long to move, oh do I long to run to be

By your side! Oh, but I am stranded,

In such a way that I cannot move, cannot

Leave the residence in which I feel entombed.

Canst thou hear my heart breaking?

Canst thou hear my heart call your name?

I speak thou's name in the only language I know,

Oh dear one, how could I even move without thee?

Just the single thought of breathing, takes a strain,

Weariness tugs gently at my eyelids, trying to ease

Myself into sleep, but I do not sleep, for how could I?

How could I allow myself such a small luxury as this?

Mine own eyes cannot shut for longer

than the short length of

A small blink, any longer

and I dream such dreams I cannot view.

Thou has entered mine own life,

in such a way, as being unexpected,

In such a startling way, that I myself,

was in quite the shock, when,

A woman with nothing to her name,

with nothing to her own self,

Fell hard, and fell quite certainly quick,

for your humorous charm,

Your dear,

wondrous smile that I do adore to kiss in the midst of,

And do I long to kiss once again,

to gently touch, with a feather

of a fingertip.

Oh and I canst forget how thou's own lips touch

My forehead in such loving devotion,

a devotion that affects mine

Own heart even now,

its pace of thumping in mine own chest flies,

Softly and quick,

like the speed of a small hummingbird,

faster and

Faster, its only destination,

its only reasoning, is thou who be but

A short,

but laboriously long distance away.

As you are unaware of,

But surely must be aware,

must have known at least, that anger yes,

Was a but small guest in mine own body,

an emotion that did not last

Never too long, it came and it went,

leaving behind something of an

Entirely different friend.

My love, it left fear.

Fear is never a guest one

Openly invites to stay,

it is a guest that is more of an assassin,

it sneaks

In when thou thinks it is most safe,

for it has lodged its way inside making

Its self most certainly at home,

and do I try to evict it!

I tell myself, that I

Know thou will heal well,

and heal whole.

What I want dear one,

what

I long to say to you the most,

is of a knowledge that you are well aware

Of.

I do not think I need to speak such words to thou,

when thou knows,

But they are words,

nay,

they are the only words that I know how to express

To thou,

the only words that I know,

such spoken words!

Such beauty, such

Emotion in so little words,

so much more is spoken than what is said!

Is it thou that I see stand there,

wearing such a smile,

such an expression,

That tears burn their way in my eyes?

Is it thou that I cannot bear to be

Without, cannot bear to touch for no longer than a day?

Is it thou, whose

Companionship that I long for most?

Is it thou, whose name is never off

My mind, let alone my lips?

Is it thou, who brings these emotions,

This person I never knew before, to the surface?

Is it thou that I feel most safe

In thou's arms?

Is it thou,

who has always made their appearance in my life,

But never meant so much as thou does right now, right in this very instance?

Is it thou,

whose love I long to have the most,

whose love I long to give in such return?

For,

I know it is thou that is all these things,

and I believe that thou

Knows such things as this as well.

For, it is thou, my love, that I

Love thee with all that I am capable of,

it is thou, and always will be, always.

For I am yours, and thou is mine.