Of longing and dreams

I made a confession today.
From deep in my soul.

It had been there for a long time.
I didn't know if I was wise to say

How I felt. How I saw myself.
How I saw you.

I missed you so much. We haven't
talked in so very long.

But it was like we never stopped.
And it felt so good, like it always did.

Your effortless spirit. Gentle grace. Your heartbeat like a bass line.

You are so strong, an angel of soul.
I yearn to be near you.

But I know now, the sad truth.
This will never happen.

But I make a confession of the heart.
To say how you make my life,

You make it glow in the dark.
You make it outshine the sun.

You know my fears and desires.
And we know the real and

True and only way to live life.
Hearts and minds open.

I confess that you own a
Piece of my heart.

Even if it is tattered and frayed
It beat ever so much louder

In your presence. At your beauty.
You nurtured it, satisfied my soul.

If from a far is all I have, it's enough.
You changed my life, a blessing of

epic proportion. Filling empty darkness with light and love and joy.

You. Belladonna. Muse. A girl
With a smile like a cool breeze

On tired brow. Like water in
A vast desert. A heart so true.

I will wait. Maybe someday
To hold that delicate hand

To kiss lips like drinking
The sweetest wine

To feel your joy and kindred soul
And know you might care for me

I made a confession today.
I spoke my hearts language

Of longing and dreams
And love and reality

And why it all is so
Mad and wonderful

You are the world and
You are beyond compare

Sweetly I take my leave
Softly I say your name

Like a prayer,
An invocation

To make life as beautiful
As it looks through your eyes.