I see your hesitant motion
Compacted into such a flowing rigidity -
This is one of many,
Seemingly paradoxical humors,
That draws me consciously
Towards your reluctant demeanor.

So sure and set...
Yet, in a moment
Weariness and fatigue issue bonds
That bind thought to action,
Rendering the best intentions
A harmless reverie.

But that is your worst day:
An idle daydream,
Which is among the purest pursuits
One can pursue -
The innocent, optimistic hope
For a surplus of happiness.

Literally the day is yours -
That day you choose to take.
I see no hindrance
To the potential heights
That will elevate
Your eclectic presence.

I am rapt with you.
I am ensconced within your trance.
For days I roam the earth erratically
Wondering if it is Elysium,
Instead,
On whose grounds I tread.

Quite the way a flower unfurls,
Boasting its best petals in sunlight
And warmed by solar rays,
Do I feel my inner clasps unfastening,
Revealing a part of me
I aspire to be.

I know you,
But am not familiar to your touch.
I see you,
But can not reach your soul.
I miss you,
But am ignorant of my loss.

Heaven may be the name
For that perfect state
Of mind and body
Yet, for me,
It wonderfully resides
In you.