So many times throughout the day <br />My thoughts reach out to you. <br />Every waking hour, straying <br />Into realms of dream, a true <br />Yearning starts within my heart <br />And does not let me rest. <br />Your soul calls and mine responds, part <br />Of me resists, - protests <br />That sun is yet at zenith still <br />And nightime is our hour <br />For being one, but weak in will <br />I long for you, lose power <br />To wait, then desperation fills <br />My soul, and skin bleeds heat. <br />Defeated, reaching out begins <br />As need to feel replete <br />With you is easy any time. <br />Your presence then is mine.<br /><br />Fay Slimm<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reaching-out-17/
