I'Ve Missed You So

I’ve missed you so. . . In my scurrying about, I reach another end Of a dry throat, and a parched mind I am panting, because I haven’t yet stopped I write on, and I am still running… Out of fruit, out of novelty, out of time I’ve missed you so. . . And more so as I sink into the life I must shape Into the soul that must always and forever create The truths that you teach And the heart that you gave I’ve missed you so. . . For you are genuine light on a body of stagnant truth I wish I could move like you, Without a gleam of doubt, Without that quick gulp of air Which I have convinced myself I need before I go in again Over and over and over again! I’ve missed you so. . . We meet so briefly in this time-warped sector How these hands mean to clasp on As to never move from your comforts again To let the worry rot And bloom into all that it is not