Presence

I wish to be with you
Yet do I vanish
Taken by cares
That bestow no advantage

You search my expression
Expecting a smile
It's present, but buried
By thoughts in a pile

Pourous and open
Noise enters in
Polluting this garden
We've tended within

Oft' I forget
How blessed I have been
Knowing you, Dear
Is a wonderful thing

Where love is in speech
I stumble on words
Often I struggle
For thoughts to be heard

Yet will I wait
My love for you growing
Sitting with you
In the shade of unknowing

The day shall soon come
And night then shall run
Feeding hope
Like a leaf-laden dove

While eyes are yet dark
I'll sing like a lark
So my face again speaks
Of our love