vase

in our dreaming
we find each other
in forgetfulness
we look for reasons
questioning what only eyes can see
doubting what is to be trusted

where do the tears disappear to
where does the laughter come from
that void where all sinks in,
emptiness that consumes
over and again

I stand here  still
looking out for you
your ineffable image, that echoing sound
distant rumble of your footsteps
still alive in my thoughts

taking a leap in remembrance
I surge towards you –
like a moon  seeking fullness
like an empty vase
longing for the freshness of flowers

∙ tenderheartmusings ∙