The moon over this cool night appears lonely,
its solo, pale white disc yearning for another,
perhaps even for its fiery opposite which rises each dawn.
I imagine the moon is a bit like me tonight,
waiting for a hand to hold.
You see, I yearn for you like no other.
A thousand years could pass and I’d still want you,
This isn’t some temporary fling.
This is real, and I can’t stop this yearning within.
I know regardless of what I do,
what I accomplish,
how I laugh or cry,
I’ll still want you by my side.
That’s my unspoken vow.
We’ve expressed our feelings many times,
marveled at the deep connection between us,
but I don’t think you understand how much you make me whole,
Without you, I know I’d try to dig deep,
I’d do my best to survive,
I might even accomplish something.
But life would be duller,
a part of me missing,
yearning for you,
waiting to find you once more in another life.
And even if I had never met you,
well, I’d still search for you like a time traveler who’s lost his way.
When we met, I found the mate of my soul,
my counterpart, so to speak.
Maybe I took time to admit it, and I love you for being so patient,
but the moment we met…
It was fate.
The stars brought us together that night,
sought to align us like a constellation,
two halves of a whole.
For I knew even then,
strolling and talking for hours so easily,
a conversation that had no end and somehow began like the echo of an old song,
I knew this was different,
I know now that night after night,
I’ll still gaze up at this brilliant moon and still yearn for you,
time endlessly passing…
but the heart doesn’t care for trivialities.
I know if I bide my time,
perhaps in a few days,
maybe next week,
even if a month has passed,
before I know it,
you’ll be at my door,
and I’ll be in your warm arms again,
absorbed by your love.
I have this ring that speaks my promise,
the symbol that is solely ours.
And I have you in my heart.
Your voice over the phone is some comfort.
The little notes you send are evidence of how you feel.
We talk like old friends,
we always have.
But still, I’ll yearn.
And I won’t be whole until you’re here, my head cradled against your heart.
And I won’t be complete until we say the vows that make us one.
Until then, my love,
I will wait.
I will yearn,
until our eyes and hearts meet again…
© Marie Lavender, 2016.