Impressions

I oft feel like I am on a rocky shoreline

Feet submerged in the warm riffles, waiting

Ripples tickling the side of an old rowboat  

No matter how many lifetimes away I am

Know, I’ve spent a million moonlit evenings

Feeling everything- about your presence

From the tone of your delicate voice

To the dazzling sparkle of your irises

As well as the teasing touch of your fingertips

And like the temperamental seasons

That rush upon us unexpectedly on time

So too, does your mood quickly change

Without any rhyme or logical reasoning

And unquestionably, it all makes sense

In the same manner I feel droplets of water

Slowly trace down my bare skin surface

I can feel your anxiety quickly dispelled  

On those rare but always welcomed

Cool summer nights in tantalizing breezes

That brings you a great rush of relaxation

Once you rhythmically rock in your wood chair

And transformation has taken me there

Whispering sweet nothings in my ear

Watching that burning amberoid disappear

Like all the daily troubles of forgotten headaches

As darkness is overtaken by lit stars so close

We can nearly see our own hidden future

And in a lone silence, dreams happen

As love has finally been freed

Beneath the subconscious, vividly

Unobserved, you cannot help but smile

As tension of the day gives way, to peace

Our fingers interlaced, inexplicitly  

Worry not, it is not some sad loneliness

In the negative contextual sense   

It is simply a love sitting … left unmet

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Poet of the Light © 2021