Halfway past midnight

I miss you.

Days on bliss,

nights amiss.

I remember your eyes dim the night as we kiss our life like so.

Now I try and find myself as if there is no more day or night I try to bend my own light.

Try and pretend I still,

I might,

although I show what care I give most.

. at times I just show up at that porch and see your loving light.

. . each time that hanging satellite smiles down on me I move as if you are guiding me day and night.

. . . but wait for her I dont know how to give her all of my might.

"You are a lonesome one, not lonely.

You need someone to have and hold you steady.

Here we are;

no one can and shall;

not unless you take your helm;

and show your self.

Not unless you want out just to love again."

There a love of the intangible ones gave me an assurance and certainty why should I keepeth thee.