I reached for you,
but you weren't there.
This yearning can overbear
all logic for the heart's sake,
a distant memory
in my breast make,
a cloud where yet
the sun spills through,
turn crystal skies
to black and blue.
Even the wind
sings your name,
remembering the day
that you came.
Though you're far away,
part of you remains,
recalling your beauty,
your touch, your grace
from the soul's very
deepest place.
All you are,
is my heart's sum,
and I'll never stop wishing
that you would come.