Just A Thought

As if a phantom caress'd me,
I thought I was not alone walking here by the shore;
But the one I thought was with me as now I walk by the shore, the one I loved that caress'd me,
AS I lean and look through the glimmering light, that one has utterly disappear'd.
And those appear that are hateful to me and mock me.

I don't know why I didn't come when you called me that last time. I don't know why I didn't curl up beside your fireside, wrapped up inside this gorgeous warmth. I don't know what possessed me to tell you no when you asked me, but even now I'm wondering if I could die inside your arms, and hoping that you'll ask me one more time. Maybe this time I'll say yes, maybe this time the words won't sound so frightening or strange when they roll of your tongue. I could burn brighter than the sun in the sky, I could set your soul on fire, and light the world into whole new shades of color for you. If only you'd whisper those words into my ear for the rest of my life, if only the soft promises of your mouth and fingertips could be my reality for an eternity.

I would worship you with my words, my heart, my hands, the whole of my being. I would turn you into a deity, and build a world around you that was all ours. I could spend a lifetime with you and never realize that even an hour had passed me by, but it would be time well spent and freely given. Just come away with me, leave the world behind, ignore what we know is real and let us just be as we are, as uninhibited and beautiful as the sunrise. Let's hang in the sky and burn with the stars, shine like the moon, and be tranquil as the night breeze.

Can I give you summer all over again? Will you wrap me up in its remnant warmth, when the cold winter winds come, and the moonlight shines with sharp clarity against barren cloudless skies? Will you remind me of this lazy, hazy time we've spent together, spent longing and hoping for each other? I could, and will, give you everything I am, everything I have inside. I will pour it out like stars from a jar into your hands, your delicate, calloused, gentle hands. I will let you know every intimate detail of who I am and what I have been. It scares me to death to say it, but, I am ready. I know am ready to share myself one more time, to take those steps over the edge. Please catch me.