Keeping Company

Small room in my home. I sit with my back against the wall. Looking into the corners of this night. I come to face the sum of my life looking down at me. Possessions, comforts and photographs, all of them, the gargoyles of the towers I have built. I hear a sigh high above me. These fingers playing with taut wire on wood, hums becoming a whisper of things yet to come. Take my eyes today and I can still see you in nothing. Rose and fall against the coming light, you preformed a private sonata just for me. I want and have an urge to plunge into you. Too tired to reach you, trying too hard not to slip away. Please don't let this dream end, the dream of knowing you.