In the silence of my being <br />Never empty <br />Because you are here <br />Though i cannot <br />Touch you physically <br />Your spirit <br />Warms me dear <br /> <br />Through the early dawn <br />And into the later <br />Of the day <br />Empty is this room <br />Of stone <br />But your wishes <br />I will obey <br /> <br />I kindle up <br />My tired bones <br />And clear <br />My weary green eyes <br />Lay down upon <br />My empty bed <br />And imagine you <br />By my side <br /> <br />With the twilight <br />And the dusk <br />And soon <br />The ebony <br />Of the night <br />I grab the pillow <br />Next to me <br />And hold it <br />As if you, so tight <br /> <br />I manage to make <br />It through <br />Day after weary day <br />Dreaming of you <br />And your green eyes <br />Returning i <br />To you <br />An uncreated lump of clay!<br /><br />Theodora (Theo) Onken<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-your-hands-3/
