Your Hand on Mine

It's an awesome night . . . Clear skies though devoid of stars.
The wind is cold against my skin. I am cold.

I think it's the kind of night I'll remember a year from now.
The kind when I should be holding your hand.

Of Hollowness and Longing

I have this ache in the center of me. A hollowness I can't name. Everything is beautiful and lonely at the same time. Everything is filled with my longing of you.

My Nameless Beloved

I must trust that no matter what time  or chance or distance might lie between us, I must remain unshaken in the knowledge  that the cord that binds you and I together is forever unbroken.

If I call you by your true name, surely you must come?
Come back to me.