Where are you my companion?

In my heart I feel you,
Though we have never met,
Separated by the gulfs of an unyielding world.

Somewhere you are out there, I know,
Concealed behind the moon with Orion,
Or sleeping in the depths of a river,
That flows with languid mists.

Is this your face I see?
Amongst my whirling dreams,
Is this your scent I smell?
Coming from the sorcerer's censer.

Is god so cruel that we cannot be together?

Oh my companion,
Where are you?
I wander the streets searching for you,
But all I ever find,
Is wind blown litter,
The walking dead,
And the warmth of other people's lives,
Leaking through the insulation,
Of complacent windows.

© DP Jones 19/01/12

published March 2012

i added on to your poem



i search through the streets
and look in the window
deep inside
as im thinking
perhaps one day
you will be there
in the window
as you may see
for the touch of your
loving soul, and the moon
setting through the nite
your eyes, tend to be so
gleamy
its sorta like
melting through
cloud 9
as our dreams as
you never know
can come to pass
with a flash
of a eye

Melt, that was sweet.

languid mist...thoughts...pulls you away.

i adore that, so good to read you here again

Romantic...

Thanks for youre comments.

Thanks for youre comments.