compassion and comfort

I know that what we do in these days’, these moments, these breaths, dances with us in the next. I do love you, I do see you and I want you…but you are a stretched step from my grasp. You are the chapter I can’t read; you are the sun filled days and dreamy eyed gaze, which escape me in my deepest slumber.

In the rain I see your steps washed from the sidewalk like thoughts being rubbed from my waking eyes. In the sun I feel your warmth your touch, like a new born to his mother’s bosom I am drawn. But upon your touch I am whisked away with reality, with doubt, with hesitation and pride. I felt you, I have known you and with all my heart I do love and fear you. In your eyes I have seen and felt life, love, compassion and comfort. From your touch I have been lifted and set free…but in this same touch in theses same eyes from which I thought had been given to me, to gaze for the rest of my existence, I know the pain, the soul draining tears that come from your touch, your rejection. If only it were quick and if only a bottle would wash it away.

But without this pain, do I not know your joy? Without this rain would I appreciate your sun?

You are love and I will know you again…