Perhaps It Is Nothing...

Perhaps it’s the perfection in the azure of blue

Or the way the clouds wander and tumble awry

That reminds me so keenly of how I miss you

And of how times slips so quietly by

Perhaps it’s the fabric of mid-summer bliss

Perfect and sheer and transient at best

Perhaps it’s her sultry and wanton caress

That stirs the missing you deep in my chest

Perhaps it is nothing; or everything lost

That suddenly clenches my innermost part

Perhaps it is simply surreal oceans tossed

In unfathomed reaches concealed in the heart

J~