Boketto

4/9/2023

I have longed for your soothing touch.

The midnight hours are mine

To contemplate the chasm of time and distance,

That tempers the youth of our love.

Who will quench us in the midnight hour:

A time shared only by two?

The whole earth may be awake,

But I only feel you in its early silence.

I yearn with bated breath

For the next time my fingers are twined with yours.

This is my curse: being so close yet so far from my Love.

Who will give me peace in the midnight hour,

When my Love is a thousand journeys away?

Who will quench my tears in my longing?

Who will find me in this lonesomeness?

Who can understand the passion of a burning flame?

A dying flame longs for the hearth to shelter her.

How long can I wait before it is too long?

How much time will it take to extinguish what was stirred within me?

Am I still waiting for the dead to finally lay at rest?

How long shall the dying determine the future of the living?

Why must their death dictate the time in which I can be joined to my Love?!

Why is my future bound to those who never kindled my dying embers?

Alas, my Love!

I wait for you and cling to God.

I am tired of these hours of years.

I will be joined to you.

I have seen the promise laid before me.

It cannot be moved, so I long for that day…

…I long for it.