Kiss Me

Ah, my dear, the years have trickled slow,
Like candlelight across a worn parquet floor.
I have walked through evenings wrapped in shadow,
And whispered your name to every closing door.

Do you know how often I have dreamed of you?
Each dream a fragile wisp of silvered light,
Yet hollow, yet pale, yet incomplete,
Until your face returned to banish night.

Kiss me once, as though the world itself
Might pause and hold its breath in awe.
Kiss me twice, as if time could be undone,
And every lonely hour dissolve and withdraw.

I have counted the days in silent rooms,
Measured longing by the tick of clocks.
I have traced your memory on fogged windows,
And heard my own heart in the hollow knocks.

Yet now, the world has shifted, softly, subtly,
And your hand finds mine as if it always should.
Let us linger in the warmth of rekindled hearts,
And know at last the ache of absence is good.

For oh, my love, it has been a long, long time,
Since laughter danced where shadows used to lie.
Since tender words and fleeting, stolen glances
Could stir the soul as only true love can.

So kiss me once, then twice, then once again,
Let every touch be testament and vow.
For though the years have carved their patient line,
We find at last the joy of here and now.

by Onnaya