Would it be you
I imagine
Waiting for a touch
a glance inceptive
Would you be there
searching for why
Trying to find
some beauty in it
Where would you be
Where would you be now
My mad, anticipation
would you appear
Waiting, reclined softly
upon passion possible
Where would you be
as I look down the empty hall
Is that you
seen through a teardrop
Where would you be
Where would you be strong love
Who holds my heart
caught in a look yearning
Standing too close
acting as if not
Would you come to me
in the middle of the night
To forge these thoughts
you have set afire –a heart
Your scent feeding
the frenzied flames
Where would I be
Where would I be now
Without you…
haunting my mind?
Beautifull.
The longing for a person, the love behind.