When The Day
When……..
A word so minuscule never meant something more monumental
When……..
When will you come
Will you come when doubts break shackles and escape you
When shells of protection form wings and take flight to depart your heart
When words of anticipation seep into your mind
Infecting your soul
Causing your eternity to yearn….
Maybe even desire
At the least want
Me…..
When…..
When will the space between us become the love that encompasses us
When will my dreams become your reality
Do you wait for God sent signs
Do you fear jumping out of your “what is” life boat to swim to my
“what should be” paradise
When can I hold your hand and lead you to us
I wait watching the hands of time wave precious goodbyes
Meanwhile I build
Demolish old prisons of self pity and heart break
Then I rebuild
Perfecting this love
Ensuring it is untainted and matchless
For you….
I’ve constructed castles of security
Full of rooms of adoration for you to live in
Fill my empty halls with your echoes
Made a bed of passion with pillows of fulfillment
For you to lay your pretty head on
Let me cover you with blankets of peace
Give me your warmth to thaw my frozen soul
And tuck you in every night with arms of devotion
Cover you with kisses of affection as you dream
Wanting to tell you these things but my words run away
Like a slave fleeing from bondage imposed by my tongue
Though my chains of circumstance have come undone
I remain
Waiting……
Waiting for the day
Clear as pure light and flawless diamonds
Serene as the breath of sleeping babies and angels lullabies
Passionate like the first and supreme like an aged love
Perfection I call the day
Look into your eyes and lose my sense of control
They are pools of infatuation
Untouched in abyss’s of reverence
It always starts with a flutter and then a bump
Beats like a war drum until it is ready to explode
My heart pounds into a frenzy
Anticipation wraps its powerful anxiety fingers around my being
And time stands still
As your voice commands the attention of my ears
Sweet was the sound that left an origin so succulent
Impregnated with reciprocation
Finally……
Your affirmation gives birth
To a life that my existence has been waiting lifetimes to live
Until then I patiently await
The day……
When……
When you confess to me
“I am yours”
~Johnny~
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