After endless weeks
In what has seemed a far country
You are coming back to me.
Shall I run with open arms
Through imagined fields
To embrace you?
Shall I reach
With anticipative hand,
Fingertip to fingertip?
Shall I stand
Calm and confident
Like a groom waiting for his bride?
A bit of each
At least inside my mind;
But as the beach receives the sea,
As the night meets the dawn,
Our coming back together
Is irresistible, is meant to be.
©2005 John I. Blair
