Windmills

I do not know you to miss you and yet

I do

Mourn the absence of perfections touch

The knowing way your hand will find mine in the dark

Your mind enveloping mine

Bringing all that I am to the end of existence

Imagined

Leading me and being lead in turn

Unyielding beauty encased in flesh

The transience of youth belying untold wisdoms

Brought down through time a singular soul displaced to match my own

In knowing you I will know wonder

As though mans first sight of the stars in the night sky

In loving you I will be redeemed

You the absolution of a sinner’s lifetime spent

In waiting for you I will know humility

Time passing in proportion to my pride, arrogance

In believing that you are- somewhere and sometime- I will know faith

The absolute certainty of your existence belief more fervent than that in God himself

A single kiss, comingling of ourselves, I would wait an eternity to feel once


Happily I would that, in that instant, my forever be spent


Singularity