It is evening …
Daylight distractions becoming obscured –
Thoughts being channeled irreversibly
Towards past times spent with you
Explosions of memory appearing vividly
Then shattering
Only to be replaced by another.
I welcome night …
Where I – held by circumstance
Can move t’ween time and space
And dream of things
That might have been, if I,
Not driven by a need to know
Had looked and knowing
As I do now, grabbed and held
That which I perceived then
But did not understand
To be as one with you.