The solid ground beneath my feet
holds me where I am.
But I feel the pull of gravity,
I’m afraid of sinking in the sand.
My reality keeps me sensible,
holds me to the earth.
And like the blossoms in the springtime,
I stand, waiting for rebirth.
The promise of you comes in whispers,
floating lightly on a breeze,
cascading down a mountainside
hiding, lingering in the trees.
I feel the magnetic pull of you,
I foster a hope that grows.
Yours are the eyes I long to see,
yours is the heart my heart knows.
I feared the path to you impossible,
the roads too hard to pass,
but knowing you are out there
only makes my tenacity last.
This solid ground will hold me
until our moment is etched in time,
the moment no distance stretches between us,
the moment you are finally mine.