Missing You....

Your words draw me across the night.
I don't know you at all, and yet I know
You better than my own heart,
Beneath my sad disguise
I miss you as the flowers, awaits the spring,
Or as the morning sky awaits the sun.
Although I look for you in every doorway,
I find only the darkness in my heart
But I must light my love with poetry
while this silent sorrow will remain:
The pain of missing you is less
Than that of missing thoughts of you.
My only hope of joy must be my source of pain.