Fingertips

Sharp angles close in
on quiet harbor.
Lanterns sway
in night grown darker.

You stand alone
with hand outstretched,
Your fingers beckon,
My love to catch,

My dream unfolds
in pistil power,
The smell of you
from mourning flower.

I reach for you
on empty sheets,
My heart lays cold,
Your lack complete.

The sunshine shouts
for me to rise,
But rolling thunder
storms my eyes.

To sleep the dream,
To touch your hand,
To once again
in your arms stand.