Granted...

I wish sometime, I’d turn around

And see you standing there

Not an illusion in my mind

Or whisper in my prayer

But in the form of flesh and blood

The longing of my sighs

Would unfold from my fainting thought

The azure of your eyes

And all the prayers borne on the wind

In twilight’s waning gleam

Would be ten fingers now, entwined

Beyond a transient dream

I wish sometime I’d turn around

To see you standing there

But night descends without a sound

I breathe another prayer

J~