Timing is Everything
Silently, wordlessly.....
I walk behind you in the fog
And wait for you to pause
Long enough for me to catch up.
You stop and look furtively around
Jingling the coins in your pocket
And I see the frown you occasionally wear
When you think of me.
Seeing nothing in the mists,
You walk on, glancing up at the sky
And pulling the high coat collar
Tighter around your throat.
You stumble over a stone
And utter an undecipherable oath
That I can't quite hear
And it makes me smile.
"Where are you?!" you shout out loud
And kick the stone out into the darkness
"How much more must I endure?" you ask
And I recognize my moment and rush forward.
"I'm right here, mon cher." I whisper
And slip my cold hand into your pocket
And into the warmth of your fingers
As they grasp mine in fear and trembling.
You twirl underneath the dim street lamp
And clouds of fog circle around us and between us
You make motions to disperse the mist
And stand there in stark disbelief and indescribable joy.
"Is it you?" you ask, reaching to touch my face
"Is it really you?" "Tell me it's you and not a dream."
And I back away and look into those eyes
That I have dreamed of melting into for evermore and always.
"It's really me, love." I whisper softly
"Can a dream do this?" and I stroke your cheek with my finger tips
"And can a dream do that?" As I run my thumb over the outlines of your mouth
And leave it there upon your lips.
Time is suspended, stands still,
And we both wait to see if this is reality or fiction of the mind
Before we give in to the emotions that run rampant
Over, under, around and through us like mad things beyond control.
"There was a glitch in time." I say,
"And I slipped through the veil when the time was right."
"Well, timing is everything." you murmur
And push a wayward curl behind my ear.
Somewhere in the distance
A band begins to play in some elegant ballroom
And the music reaches our ears and swirls around us
And you bow and say, "May I have this dance, my Princess?"
I take your hand and the touch of it sends currents through me
Your arm around my back, and we waltz as if on clouds
I cannot take my eyes from yours as we melt into one another
Like warm honey spilling from an overturned bowl.
I hear you exhale and I exhale my own breath
Over your shoulder as my pulses run wild
Tighter you pull me and your grasp is like steel
Yet the pain is delicious because I know you are real.
to be continued.....................
©by Voo
Dec 28, 2018
2 days before my birthday
for the man that you are
Timing is Everything
If I Had You
