Are You There?

I see the shadow of your hand

resting on mine,

Are you really there?

I fix your pillow, you move, and smile:

crooked line,

Descended from heaven this spiral stair?

In our half-lit garden of Eden,

Times, I think I conjured you from

magic within

Like Robinson Crusoe, half mad with loneliness,

I simply walked into a mirage again.

I, Pygmalion.

So again,

I look and close my eyes, and turn away,

Won’t you stay?

Still afraid the Lotus dream in which I swim,

will dissolve, and I will simply be

alone at sea,

loose sails, no wind

Oberon I commend your delicate hand,

and tender art

So arrived from distant lands,

and already knew my lonely heart

Yet beauty transcends time,

like a hummingbird’s wing song, hums:

Sublime.

Where beauty is, a minute is a day,

Perhaps beauty is,

And that’s all anyone can say.

Cold mists drift away

I claw in vain at the air, hopeful,

Won’t you stay?

So pardon my stare

I mean it in the most complementary way.

Are you really there?