I believe you live in my past,
You and me floating on a rippling lake,
A warm summer breeze caressing our bare feet,
Surrounded by a mirror reflecting stars.

A long way, from today,
A long time, dreaming,
A long time, waiting,
To touch love once again.

Looking up each night at the heavens,
Struggling to see your spirit,
Looking for a bridge across time and space to your heart,

Seeing fiery stars,
Flying through space and time,
Messengers carrying memories,

Wondering if they are sending prayers to me,
From a thousand years past,

Never giving up hope,
Looking for your Soul,
In this time and place.

Seeing a ghost behind every cloud,

I raise my hands to the stars each night,
Praying my final destination is kneeling,
Before your Soul,

Floating on a silver lake,
Hearing the laughter,
From our children playing in the sunshine.

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i miss you is harder to say than i love you.

i love you is difficult, it's true.

but i miss you suggests something more;
"you were here, now you're not, i'm hurting from a lack of you."

and that somehow feels more vulnerable than love
whose fleeting, temporary words
i have said to those
i now most abhor.

love's promises and delights
are crushed into dust
while i miss you means
"i want more."