Only You

A mist moves across the pond  
inching ever slowly  
fluently  
so gracefully  
 
I ache to feel her touch  
to be immersed in the moistness  
of her very soul  
 
My mouth waters in anticipation  
of her arrival  
of my survival  
my need to be  
a commencing of we  
 
In the stillness  
I await  
patiently with my thoughts  
of tommorows  
of today  
when you come will you stay  
 
as the sun drys out a path  
I can see  
I can feel  
and I can taste  
~
only you