Would that I could hold the blush upon
the sweet rose you sniff within my mind,
strolling the gardens paths with you again.
Most not ours alone but our life sweeter
for the blooms, fruits, peaceful prospects
spreading before us to refresh our spirits.
I see you still and hope you wait for me.
Will I discover you in a celestial nursery
birthing stars that grow as vast galaxies?
Or are you are a child conceived apace,
hidden but seeking me; the half I need?
Are we as all quantum particles, in sync
despite impediment , distance between?