Can't I reach and touch you,
Break the grasp of paralysis,
If I cry out could every jagged word cut into fate?
Why must caution stay me,
Force our sighs to reverberate
And chill the emptiness inside this dungeon that we share?
God I long to find you
Standing clear of the crowds and poised
As lonely as the silent morning at the terminal.
Everyone is waiting.
How we long for the world to thaw,
But those too eager show their neck for reaping Winter's swing.
So for Spring so distant,
For the lovers, and you and me,
Oh, none of us can share a touch, as such I only sing;
Sing for now however,
Though the meetings ahead we crave,
These words are for today and you whom I can't touch just yet.
When the day comes music
Playing sweetly in meetings held
In crystal stasis effervesces, flowing free at last.
Silence now is louder,
That is why I compose for this,
These times detained alone together: this to bridge the gap.
Let my poem touch you,
Take these words for the company
I can't yet give you, take them as a surety of our bond.
Keep them for the quiet
Night, and listen when you desire
To hear that music of tomorrow; know I'm waiting there.
Waiting there but waiting
Just the same in our lonely now–
You house me in your heart, and I rejoice from far away.
Please, for the caresses
I would give, for the kisses you
Deserve, a touch that oughtn't be delayed, let this suffice.
A place for my poems 