To You

I have felt a longing
for you, who I have
never seen or held.
In moments of
quiet, desperate
contemplation -
and on wings of
promise I have
traced the lines
of cherubic cheeks
and little hands
in mine. In fevered
dreams and midnight
hour - awake with
teardrops welling
in my soul,
my yearning heart
hears your whisper -
Not here, not now.

© Eleanor Clark
13 July 2013