A Moment in Your Arms

A Moment in Your Arms

Like the child who waits
for that moment,
staring at the sky
night after night,
until finally
her vigil is rewarded
with a burst of light-
a shooting star-
I watch for your return.
Our last embrace
still lingers in my mind
just as a splash of light
lingers in the sky
long after the star is gone.
The distance between us
seems to stretch
with each passing day,
like the distance
between the child
and the night sky-
close enough to touch
but always out of reach.
In my heart you remain,
yet I long for the day
when I reach out
and my grasp is rewarded
with the magic of your presence-
the same magic that
brought the shooting star.
The wait is worth
a moment in your arms.