Want

Here I am,
In ethereal arms,
Calling out a name.
Not knowing,

Who will answer?

But hoping
He does.

Here I turn,
In chimerical grip,
Looking for a face.
Not seeing,

Is no one there?

But wishing
He was.

Here I stand,
In the waking hold,

Waiting for the time.
Not feeling,

Why do I hurt?

But wanting
Him here.

This poem is © 2007 Slyphs, to whom comments may be sent.