Where do you lie sweetheart?
Where do you lie sweetheart?
Where do you rest your delicate head
When you haunt my sleep so
In fragile dreams?
Is it special communication;
Haunted love?
Do you love, lady of my soul?
Does your softly beating heart yearn too
For its mate
Its twin
For me?
Will I see you, will we meet?
In this shifting world where we sleep with open eyes
Only to waken closed.
Or will we remain distant, each with separate lives, different loves?
Apart yet communicating silently across space.
Through time.
Apart, yet always together.
Alas, two hands need to be apart to perform work
Though sometimes they may come together as one
In contemplation.
Is this then what we are?
Sun and Moon, night and day.
I wait then for our eclipse.
Goodbye for now precious one.
One day we will walk side by side.
Perhaps a different place,
A different life
But we will meet.
To be sure.
We will meet.
TheDreadfulPencil