Drifting echos of a whispered
whim chime clear in my mind like faint sounds
of distant bells on a tower as this
longing, yet calming feeling envelopes every
living cell of my beating heart;

making fleeting thoughts pause,
if only for an instant in time as they careen
through the darkened corridors
of my discomposed mind;

I gaze upon the misted hue
of crescent moon’s glare with weary eyes of a
shadowed dream resting high on
heaven’s clouds, as blistered hands yet hold tight
to promises of serenading hymns
of rapture;

lamenting not as I swim
in the mystic, cleansing waters of hope, watching
time pass by as the pendulum
swings the dawn of yet another day without your
embrace;

...patiently I wait...