Your words is all I have,
But it is not enough;
The proverbial half,
Better than none, as I surf
The vastness of the web;
Caught like a fly, helpless
Waiting for the tide to ebb
While I lay listless.
I hear your voice in my head,
A whiff, a whisper-
Faint, an echo from a distant shed,
Transient, ethereal, dapper
And then it’s gone;
Like a dream of the night
Lingering, at the light of dawn,
In the deep recesses beneath.
I see you in my mind’s eye,
A pencil sketch in a scrap book;
Blurry images, but coercing a smile.
If your words are you, then your look
As portrayed by the artist that is
My mind will be that of royalty;
Strong features with pouty lips,
Grave eyes that command loyalty.
You are dark, my lady,
Shrouded in mystery;
I wonder about you daily,
Fighting bouts of misery.
You tease me, like a butterfly;
Bright and cheerful and hovering so nigh,
Taking flight as I reach out to hold you;
Elusive, and yet ever desirable.