Often in the early morning hours,
long before the sunrise brings the day,
I just sit in the silence of the darkness
and weave the dreams I long to live
I know you're out there somewhere,
because I feel so mystically connected to you
And sometimes I grow so weary of waiting
for you to magically appear in my life
You already have my heart and soul
within your loving and eternal embrace,
but my passion cannot be visited on illusions
or shadows of whom you are to me
I wonder during those times of mourning
if it is truly my destiny to wait out this lifetime,
wandering alone without a home of my own
and searching for that which may not even be here
Then burning tears of sorrow run down my cheeks
to think you may have been visited by these specters too
And I wish and pray with all my being
that I could have held you during those moments
Oh, I know that somewhere in time
we will be reunited as it was always meant to be,
but how does one fill all those empty spaces
when you realize how lonely you really are
and you know with absolute certainty
that you'll never be whole without your soul mate
I have no answers for these haunting questions,
but only the faith and belief that they are real
So I softly sing to you in a symphony of love
in the hope that you will feel my essence
And I pray that you believe and trust
that one day I will find my way to you

dennis j hopkins
08-98
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