Silent

In my silent hours_ especially_

And my times of awakening change and joy_

I retrieve to the memory of you_  enticing my heart_

Is your thought still with me alike_ as mine with you?_

Have you succumb to your desire for the dream?_

Are you wishing for my petals_

Glistening in the light of day touched with your fingertips_

Or for far reached_ never tasted hopes_ 20, 000 miles beneath the sea?_

Have you found new shores_ all passed times forgotten?

Is your aim to return to reach the beacon’s light or dwell in common places of dark comforts?_

My desire still lies with you_

from flower to the stem into my dreams at night's hours or morning rise_ 

your scent_

your one and only embrace_

Is it that you_

 also feel as I?_

Must I find my way without hopes of such?_

Do you wish to once again unite_ by your action to appear sooner then tonight?_

Or must it be me to call your name?_

What must I do_ I ask you?_

Remember or forget?