Slipping through the sliding
to find you, to be you
and then
a stumbling stumble one
ever waiting
to cast aside
all the ever waiting moments
that keep us apart
And if I think a thing
to make it real, IT IS.
Then a glance, through a window
and there you are
shimmering your endless smile
of Love
And you carry me through
the countless eons of doing,
being, and knowing.
As I wait for You.