Light Years

Her beauty, a reflection, must find my inner strength
When I cant embrace her presence
Not living in the length where my finger tips caress the leaves
extended to the heavens my arms intend to be
fallen leaves like stars stride born of the luminescence from her smile
wind of doubt that halts reception, dwindling the essence, miles
light years, galaxies
unbeknownst through time or measured distance
when will our eyes, connect the systems
Our connected constellation