My Love

When I dream of you,

I hold you

how I want to be held,

and offer love

many times more

than I have to give.

When I hear a cricket chirp

two fields away-

it sounds as lonely as I am

waiting for something

to comfort it

while singing in the cool light

of a glowing moon.

When I write poetry

some say

it is from the heart,

but I say it is from a place

not yet discovered

because, my love...

I'm still waiting to know you.