Spells

And it’s like every morning I wake up
Wondering what it would be like had you been there
Waking up to your arms around me

And it’s like every night I would imagine
Falling asleep to your voice
Talking, singing, casting a spell over me
And taking me away to a far off place
Of dreams and hopes

…and then I realize, that-stop thinking foolish thoughts! These are petty, silly things that you should yearn for when you’re ready,
And sometimes, though I would love to have your arms around me
I fear I speak out of longing-
Maybe, maybe not-who knows-
But I know I will know when I know.

Until then, fare thee well…