Lover

I long for safe embrace like the nostalgia of a summer campfire A Word that wind can not erase A whisper of a long lost and somehow not yet - Lover I wait wait wait not finding Him searching searching searching grasping for the not yet but somehow already known yearning yet never have tasted burning but never has our skin brushed praying and not answered... ... so, ... I pass on I keep living searching in a way but less so now I catch glances fleeting feelings blushes and warm stares but I still wait numb ... and ... then a soft stream deep in the heart of the forest begins to wash away the dirt from my eyes I find I am underwater unable to breathe I reach up, but my hand doesn't break the surface I choke fighting against the water it fills my lungs fire I close my eyes I wait I know He will come I drift drift drift until I find myself in a soft entangled slumber at last content, for I have found my Lover