there is a longing in the sigh of the wind
cold breath that presses against the skin
timid in its softness as it blows
ruffling the edges of a dream.
a secret longing hard pressed to keep
slowly straining to be released
a wish to be unleashed unchecked
to claim what it most desires.
such sweet longing whispered into the night
praying into the starlit skies
an end to the waiting and the wanting
a light in the darkness to shine.
If I could wake up to the sound of your voice
calling me for breakfast,
I will jump out of bed without pause
because I know you’re waiting for me.
If I could call you up any time I want
and listen to your voice that makes me melt,
I will not hang up at all but spend the day
trading stories with you.
If I could laugh at our silly antics
while listening to that deep chuckle of yours,
I know I will never have any reason at all
to shed tears of sadness when I’m with you.
If I could hear you whisper my name
with such longing and passion,
I will not waste another minute at all
but I will find a way to be with you.
If I could close my eyes with the thought
that I will wake up to your voice,
I will gladly kiss you goodnight
and whisper, “I love you.”