And call to you across the sky

Whose longing is it, I do not know,
But I feel it every morning though.
It wraps around my waking thought,
A silent battle, dearly fought.

The path we walk, it winds and bends,
Two hearts unsure where it all ends.
A step too close, a glance too far,
The distance pulls like a guiding star.

We long to meet, yet dread the day,
What words or silence might convey.
The fear that something deep will break,
Or spark a longing we couldn't forsake.

The sky is dark, and clouds hang low,
And in our hearts, there's a muted glow.
We stand alone, yet feel the near,
Of one another's whispered fear.

After the rain, the earth smells sweet,
And there are promises I've yet to keep,
But now the night has called for sleep,
But now the night has called for sleep.

~ Talking to the clouds on a Tuesday evening ~