I want to write

I want to have something to say.

But tonight earth’s canvas has drawn a blank.

The tractor trailers are passing quickly in the distance on the freeway.

Crickets and nights creatures are singing a hymn.

The smell of honeysuckle has found its way under my nose.

Cats hiss from beneath the porch.

Tonight I laughed and talked with friends over two bottles of wine.

Yet, the world stood still.

Here I am watching from my obstructed view.

You are somewhere in this world under the same stars and clouds.

Whether it be 500 or 50,000 miles at this point is mute.

I long to be wrapped in your embrace; to be reminded of your essence, but rest will not come.

Daylight will not break through to your touch.

Perhaps I should be comforted in knowing your distance is but a temporary state.

Return to me my love and remind me of days gone past.

Yes, return to me, revive the fields of flowers in my heart and bring back to me the love that is my grounding.

Without you, I am a lost ship at sea looking for port.

Longing for you tonight, reaching out, but pulling back emptiness.

How much longer until this journey ends?