You Are There

You are there

written by Janette

I've always known all my life

you were there

somewhere

waiting

looking

longing

I'd see glimpses of you in a window

a mirror

or in the dark

I could see you best in the dark

alone

I knew you were there

somewhere

waiting

looking

longing

Where ever I go, I talk to you

 can almost hear your reply

I can feel you with me all through the day

I know you are there

somewhere

waiting

looking

longing

At night tears fall

you are there 

I know they tear at your heart

still you are there

somewhere

waiting

longing

crying

I love you

Closed Eyes

Eyes not needed to feel your soul

to touch your hand or touch your heart

the senses take me to where you are

a quite room by a fireplace

a smirk a snicker or frown can be found

emotions exploding inside your head

To discover to wonder to amuse my mind

I close my eyes and imagine you there

Silence

 Wishing it away
the silence

silence engulfing every sound
 as if hungry for dinner

feed the silence
with any sound
but it still wants more

It takes the chirps
 the wind and its chimes

buries them deep
in the hallows of loneliness

filling it up
to disguise loneliness as complete

Tick Tock the clock

dares to interrupt its greed

makes you miss the silence
that the Tick and the Tock
are no longer
Alone waiting
waiting for life
to make a noise
a heart beat
another alone
finding their comfort
in your silence
you are there
across time
somewhere
alone
in
your
silence

Love

Love

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It is a calm, a peace, a comfort. It rushes over like a wave of sunlight and captures your breath and gives it back again. It is the knowing and the unknowing it is the comfort of familiar and the excitement of the future. It is your hand in mine and your heart beside it. It is in hearing and it is in understanding. Accepting even without agreement. It is valuing one another as God values each. It is our most precious commodity and yet not valued in the market. It exists without you but calls you to it ~ it is in smiles and laughter as much as it is in arms and hearts. It is you and it is me if we choose to let it.