Musings

His presence is behind a veil. I feel him just beyond my eyes lashes as I open my sleepy eyes. He lingers tantalizingly close. Close enough to stroke his soul. He never arrived yet he never left. He flows around me as I tip toe across space. He is in everything that kisses my fingertips. My eyes seek his colors, deep and luscious. Grains of golden sand between my toes try and fail to fill the void. Water refuses to quench the thirst he has ignited in my being. His eyes drown in mine and I fly. Beyond the realms of the horizon.