Carry me through...

Slipping through the sliding

to find you, to be you

and then

a stumbling stumble one

ever waiting

to cast aside

all the ever waiting moments

that keep us apart

And if I think a thing

to make it real, IT IS.

Then a glance, through a window

and there you are

shimmering your endless smile

of Love

And you carry me through

the countless eons of doing,

being, and knowing.

As I wait for You.