String of Pearls II

It’s the soft deep of night and I lie awake in the stillness
With thoughts of you coming easier than sleep

Your memory answers in the silence with feelings felt
Not heard
The reach beyond my reaching
The distance beyond my words

For the words I’d speak would be but soft as the caress of my breath upon your skin
And yet, urgent and demanding in breath’s rise and fall as my kisses upon your lips

…which haunt my waking thought

Time and distance mean little to sleepless memories.
For your memory with night’s passage
Calls forth a longing in my soul
And I am lost in the depths of my feelings for you

I remember a poem I had put with a picture you had drawn
And with the memory wonder
When did your hand let go of mine
For I reach but your not there.
The stillness whispering -

“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways…”

How do I answer Browning’s keen
Which encompasses all the soul felt feelings
To which I can never now give voice
Alone
Alone in their truth
Where neither the peace of sleep nor hopes will come
Anymore than your words in answer

But I remember still and with advantage the depths of your green eyes
For I see them now as then
With love
And my sweetest dream is that I might kiss them to sleep again

Love is such an ethereal thing
Like spark which lights the soul aflame
That we cannot trust words to say
Save for three our heart convey

I love you