Here I lay
Sweet wormwood.
Silently awaiting
Oh I long for you
Joyous unknown
Do you await
The body tingling
The mind so clear.
What is next
This sweet harmony
Something surely lacks.
To feel the spirit
Hover above
But here it lingers.
I think I fear
This cords to short.  
Time or distance,
One not enough
The numbness
To great to forget
Only a taste
A reminder of a place,
Or perhaps a time
Places yet traveled.
Again you tease
Maybe tomorrow
Another chance.