I'D Touch You Deliver Poem by Gary Winkel

I don't know
exactly when I realized
that I can't see
past the posters
in their frames,
past the picture
on the screen,
past the green
in your eyes,
anymore.

Where was I
the last time I saw you?
It was not too far
from here,
but in another world.
What I see lately is beauty
in somebody else's story.
I can only steal a moment
from myself, for myself.
Not a moment too soon, too late.

I'd touch you deliver
across the evening sky.
I'd rewrite and rewrite
if only I could find the words.
I'd ask you to stay
if only you were here.
I'd celebrate this quiet dream
if only I could share it with you.
I'd lie to myself
just to tell you the truth.

I can't reach back
into my mistakes
to make it right
now that I know
what I should have known.
I wish I could read you
these stories-
Oh, somebody must know
there is something in me
that smiles and soars.