With You...Paradise

Across the playground I spy you,
There's a tug at my heartstrings,
As your eyes lock with mine,
A slow smile growing on your dew-fresh face.
I'm overwhelmed,
My heart begins to race,
As you cross that gulf and step into my arms.
The playground is now star-studded skies, lush open fields, gentle waves on the ocean...
The playground, ANYWHERE with you is Paradise.

Empty Spaces Between my Fingers

The door stays open, awaiting your silhouette;
The chair rocks gently in the breeze, empty, waiting for you;
The dent in the bed where you lay has still not filled up;
Your coffee cup stands in its place, untouched, unturned;
The newspaper stays-unfolded;
And since you've gone away, the spaces between my fingers
- that God made for u to fill with yours - stay empty, lonely;
Sighing, I stare at those spaces and then look at the open door...
When will you come?