• Bright light, the gentle, warm embrace
    of the summer sun on our backs,
    we wait.

    Joyful moments spent, playful words:
    lifetime friendships forged inside of
    moments.

    Our eyes meeting once, then once more,
    probing for words the path beyond
    friendship.

    We have both felt the joy of love,
    and the torment of hearts breaking.
    Caution.

    Tentative movements discarding
    the walls we've hid behind so long,
    hope springs

    A want, a wish, is resounding.
    Our voices silently screaming
    desire.

    ~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~

    Weak light filters through a window,
    my hand passes over my eyes,
    shaking.

    A memory long discarded?
    Or a dream of one who can fill
    this void?