I Bask In You.
Why is it always
A touch almost?
True love comes.
But do the sun's rays
Reach all the way?
Seems to me
They are stuck fast.
Between reality,
And the space
We are unhappy to be.
A half touch,
A supposed connection.
Glancing between ideals
And what could be perfection.
I can only look forward to
Our complete absorption.
(Gerry Aldridge ©2017
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 4:03 PM UTC
I Bask In You.
Why is it always
A touch almost?
True love comes.
But do the sun's rays
Reach all the way?
Seems to me
They are stuck fast.
Between reality,
And the space
We are unhappy to be.
A half touch,
A supposed connection.
Glancing between ideals
And what could be perfection.
I can only look forward to
Our complete absorption.
(Gerry Aldridge ©2017
