Teacher (part two)

Gaze upon the mirrored glass
Tell me what you see,
The teacher becomes the learned
When inside could not breathe,
Your lingered essence echoed
Time waits when lips touch,
Words slow but do not stop
Distance between us has halted much.

A tender kiss, a subtle lullaby
Visions of you in these arms,
Three lil words, several meanings tied
Missing you cause too much harm,
If thoughts could bring us closer
If touch could make it right,
Hands pressed together forever
Souls tied eternally tight.

Requires but a promise
A pact on both our parts,
When providence has spoken
We act with both our hearts,
Gaze upon the mirrored glass
Believe in what you’ve seen,
When lessons taught are understood
With you I’ll finally be…

Dan C.