Helle van Aardeberg

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?