daydream

solitude’s heart afire,
loneliness, roam and wander,
singular self in dire
need of company’s laughter.

far away, distant look,
nobody’s around,
no soul abound
in this path I took.

here, i ponder,
i sigh, i wonder,
waiting, arms reaching,
for love – longing.

not dreaming
to be lothario,
not wishing
to be cassanova, too.

all asked for:
the warmth, the pleasures,
the love, the caress,
worth more than treasures.

looking for –
i grope like blind.
hoping, waiting for
that perfect love – i find!