05/17/2009

If there is a reason to this … then I would like to know why
I dont even know you, yet i miss you.
I ache to feel your strong reassuring hand gently resting apon the small of my back
guiding my purpose in this world
 

I wish i could read your mind
There is so much more that your eyes say that your lips dare not to speak
always on the edge of caution, yet when you cross that familiar line into the danger zone with me … your eyes sparkle with life
But as quickly as you cross over, something always pulls you back.
 

At times i feel that i am imagining all this … that I read far more into a few simple gestures … words … actions
than that is really there.
And each time that i drop into this sadened realisation your eyes sparkle and you quickly cross the forced boundry line of appropriatness

Is it really all that wrong to stay on this side with me?

Take an extended break here … I would enjoy the company.