all faith placed in providence
seeking the beauty found only in your embrace,
a task befitted only for a fool, or sage.
listening for your voice in the wind,
to hear it and to feel your breath on the breeze.

to acknowledge your existence 
or deny it altogether
each a travesty in their right.

i can feel you smiling far away
and it brings me to tears ~ your happiness is everything
i can feel your heart breaking from the waiting
and my heart breaks too ~ still i haven't met you.

i'm a sage and a fool
on my way.