Love Poem
I long for your voice--
it is the wind.
When you whispered,
it stirred my feelings
like jingling windchimes.
I long for your eyes--
they are the sky.
When you looked at me,
the vaulting heavens
unfurled above.
I long for your hands--
they are my wings.
When you touched me
the earth fell away
beneath my heels.
I long for your presence--
it is my freedom.
When you were with me
I was transported
beyond my cells.
September, 1998