We don't have to be the same
to feel the same feeling inside
Our hearts say so much without so much as a word
They speak in a language all their own
like a prayer finding it's answer in the wind,
When it rustles through the dry branches of Winter
I hear your imagined voice
and long for the touch of your hand in mine,
knowing I will be held safe and warm in your company
My own need is great but greater is the feeling
the uspoken feeling that your heart feels the same
We feel to be like puzzle pieces
so unlikley and different
but fitting somehow as if hearts are meant to mesh
and we can do little to stop the pull
I miss you like the moon misses the night sky
Is this what it feels like when dreams begin to come to life?
If not, please don't say
As I dont wish to wake up from this dream.
© James T. Adair
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