I awaken to silence and a lingering dream. The phone receiver sits silently
inches from longing fingertips, my hand palm up, open, with fingers extended
and empty. I crawl deeper within my comforter soft and warm wondering
how I got from dark to daylight; the phone rings... oh yes I know it's you,
answering my question, before the sound of your voice has time to say hi.
Reaching out to you never touching skin to skin; I can't physically slide
down the million miles of copper wire so I send you loving messages with
graphic words instead. Alone was I without the comforting closeness of another, no
comforting hands to wrap around my shell, then you entered my
life and the warmth of your words now reverberate in my
mind. No, I am not cold, not now.
So how did I manage before you came along? You'll have to ask the angel I never
met who took up residence in my mind, leaving me an image of you turned inside
out so I'd know you when it was time.
I must have been drunk wandering in darkness down the road of life, before
you arrived and flipped the switch on the light in my sky?
Then with brush in hand and a palette at your side you proceeded to paint my sky until
every color was left brightened by the other... a beautiful place where I now reside.
It is not chance I came to love you my darling, it was by design.
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