I have a mind
on fire for finding truth,
seeking light in midnight places.
I look for your mark in my own soul.
Will it always be so?
Will I be resigned to forever only
the snapshots of faded Polaroids?
Further I go.
Pressing on by starlight
still yearning for the dawn.
Peering through dirty window panes
with my face & hands pressed against tight.
I worry about straining my soul on dirty glass.
Like the fading heat from sun-kissed skin,
I hold the memory of your presence.
I look forward to the hours of future light
I’ll be privy to again.
I can only hope.
Please make it so.
+ K +