in solitude, i sit here waiting
for her, watching every shadow
to see if her form will follow it;
each time i raise my eyes to see,
i see her there behind the lenses
of my mind and smile at strangers.
such a strong desire to feel her
eyes upon me, i am weak with how
it felt to hold her, weak with thoughts
of holding her again, drunk on the rising
tide of feelings coursing through my soul.
but o! the sparks have caught a fire
deep inside me, licking orange flames
dancing in my mind and in my eyes
with every thought of her held close to me
here beneath the soft caribbean stars.
