I want your hands to touch mine
To lead me through the darkness
To catch the light kissing the tunnel floor.
I need your eyes for poetic quests
To show me flowers in pretty fields
And awaken youthful dreams.
I desire sweet music
Alluring, calming, lyrical sounds
That I cannot hear above
The din of solitude.
I crave your love of coffee shops
And fresh fruit stalls
Filling my head with scented hope
And endless joy.