I long to feel a lovers touch,

A tender hand upon my waist.

I cannot say I’ve known as much,

I’ve felt no warmth upon my face.

I dream of Misty ocean breeze,

Where palm trees sway in twilights hush.

Yet here I fold on bended knees,

I long to feel a lovers touch.

But here, there’s quiet, nothing more,

No sand or seas, or crashing waves.

No watchful skies or salty Shores,

No tender hand upon my waist.

Silence, deafening, indeed,

Time whisked away in such a rush.

No matter how I beg or plead,

I cannot say I’ve known as much.

Someday, when all is said and done,

I’ll spread my wings in Outer space.

But no such battles can be won,

I’ve felt no warmth upon my face.