Reaching to Touch You

reaching for you to touch you;
holding on to keep you near.
lover, you define my world and
through your eyes, i see the truth.

that simple things can have
greater meanings than we dared imagine
and lives can take turns
we never would have anticipated.

that a kiss can contain a thousand
meanings, and an embrace can
fit the heart with wings and give it
the ability to soar toward the heavens.

i never was the kind to believe
in happy endings or fairy tales,
but what i have found eclipses any
fantasy the mortal mind could fashion.

for no one person could invent
the calmness in the spaces between us,
and nobody could create the
peace within my soul you gift to me.

nobody could ever dare concoct
the type of life we live together and
no imagination could ever devise
the sentiments you inspire.

if i could gift you the universe
as a way of saying thanks to you,
i would wrap it in a gilded package
without any hesitation, lover mine.

if i could bottle the wind or
capture the essence of each night
we spend together, i would present
them both as a tribute to you.

as it is, though, i have my words
and the feelings which pass between us,
like a steady pulse we share
and a pleasant notion we inhabit.

reaching for you to touch you,
i thank the heavens above i have you,
and embrace the eternity lying in wait
with you and me walking side-by-side.