I seek your sounds in the crickets of the woods
and  I hear . . .
I look for  your eyes in the call behind the sky tier
and I see . . .
I yearn so for the mystery clip of your being
and I receive . . .


I miss you so.

And the spaces between us
Oh, they  . . . g a p e . . . so wide.


Saudade.

I can touch the air swirls around the timelessness of you
Can you feel the tingle as those lines are emboldened by shortening time stretches?


Approaching you . . . approaching only you . . . rare moments dawn when we just don't look.

Saudade, saudade . . .