...and i reach out

The budded petals of heated May
Have not the flushed glow
Of your countenance;
Nor does the image in a twilight-dew
Copy the likeness of your splendor.

Glowworms brushing the mist,
Tell once more
The tale of your verve.
And winded prairies vie frantically
For a stint of your attention.

The day grows older,
The subtle night, juvenile.
But the air bristled stems
Reach out for naught
Tonight.

Light has lived
and died
upon me once more.
The night is thoughtful
Of my tenderness.

And then the screams commence.
My heart wails
As my mind quiver's
To the memory
of our prior promised love.

Tinged with a glistening dew of tomorrow's dues
I wake from my slumber to find you near.
Nature's tear befalls in my eye
as it tries to mimic
the feat of your sight.

I smile with the breeze
and in an instant
extend my being to join yours.
The light is coming
and I shall see you soon.