VOID

My arms ache to hold you
a need, to have you close
Like a plant without water
I, too do shrivel and die
When I walk the desert sands
You become my oasis
When I feel the fires of hell
you are my ladder to heaven’s peace
When I swim the oceans vast
You are my sprawling shores
When I climb the rugged mountains of life
You’re a-top, me to greet
And when we go our separate ways
the void, this gulf, too deep.

TeAnne © Nov.13.1997

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