Wish

Wish

Your silence is deafening
Louder than the Bells of Notre Dame
Longer than the Wall of China
More barring than that (torn down) of Berlin.

Where are you?
Do you really exist?
Silly me, in my own little world
Inviting you in. You alone.

Talk to me, my darling,
Of tomorrows and saints.
We have no yesterdays
Only our today dreams.

Speak to me of wonders
Soft kisses on your lips
Forming words I cannot hear
But feel so burning, branding.

Dream with me, are you near?
Take my imaginary hand
Feel my grip. Not that of insecurity
But of surfaced longings,

Sweet wantings
Only for the nearness
Of you.

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