I stare at the moon as she brushes my face with snow
and I beg her to lift me up high
out of this room and into the night
so that I may be with him
my mind soars at thoughts of him
my voice sings for him without my permission
my throat aches with the strain of breathing
my ears yearn for his voice to make this world more bearable
he makes me thrive on so little contact
for just one word is like a chorus
making the music to which my heart beats
if not for him that music would have died
my fingers reach for him in the dark as he lies miles away
my legs ache to run to him, when we must be apart
my arms shake with the need for him to fill them
my lips par, unconsciously, as I dream of his kiss
at every turn I see his face
I can almost feel him beside me
I turn to Moon with teary eyes
there's nothing she can do for us
my eyes cry, though I know it does no good
my pulse sprints as I picture his face
my soul catches fire, making my darkened heart glow
I know it is hope that warms my heart