abigail's end

The drops feel like quiet streams,
Pouring down upon my parched body.
How I yearn to feel the cool, quiet depths
Pool around my feet in slow steady motion.

I am captivated, speechless and enamored.
Your passion for the world touches my soul,
Turning acrylic into water color…
Swirling the lines into a blended harmony.

When you dance through my dreams,
There’s a feeling I cannot describe.
I want to shed my lonely skin,
And feel your passion wash over me.

I cannot ignore it, although I’ve tried.
We don’t talk, I can’t write…
It’s all so very hopeless.

Desperately, I want to burn.
I can always feel you yearn.
You would think maybe I’d learn.

In the end, I wish it would fade.