“All Your Perfect Places”

I wake and turn to you – to lightly touch your cheek,

… to softly stroke your hair,

… to wrap you up and let my hands come to rest

… in all your perfect places.

And yet you are not here.

My thoughts then reach for you; seeking any solace.

Just to tell you I Love You would be enough,

… just to hear you sigh or giggle in response.

And yet you are far, far away – your image blurred,

… your voice hollow and distant.

I grasp only air … I speak only to the brittle silence.

And then I remember –

I remember that my perfect Love keeps you always within;

… that no distance can ever separate our Hearts;

… that no time can ever halt our perpetual re-Union.

So I turn within, and find you smiling there.

I tell you tenderly that I Love You.

I touch your cheek … I stroke your hair …

… and then I wrap you up,

letting my hands come to rest

… in all your perfect places.

Filed under: Peace-full Poetry by Scaughdt