He stands,
Eyes closed,
Dreaming,
No,
Fighting with his mind,
In utter peace,
Breathing slowly,
Calm,
Within him,
Nothing but growing warmth,
Pulsing through him,
With every mellow beat,
Of his yearning heart,
Slowly calling,
In a glimpsed moment,
Of panicked caring,
Soon dying down,
Into pure bliss,
As her smile,
Soothes,
Gently,
Embracing his soul,
As he steps forward,
In endless trance,
In hopeful steps,
That hardly dent,
The expansive miles,
That separate their hands,
That keep them,
Longing,
For their eyes to meet,
And share in,
Perfect joy.

Though his eyes are closed,
He finds love that keeps him,
Though unable to compare,
With the day when,
He can let his eyelids rise,
And still see her there.