Here I am - next to you,

seated in layers of shade,

reading quietly on the balcony

as a cold cup of chai tea -

long ago forgotten - sleeps

and shadows drop

through dodging leaves.

Here I am - next to you

as close as two can be

with the wind fanning us gently

and the rest of nature

arousing from its sleep.

Oh, how I love being here

- next to you

joining the world

as it pampers its creator.

Joining in its worship,

basking at your feet.

Here I am

- next to you

sharing in your glory

for I'm sitting in your presence

only because

Here I am -

only because

I

am

- next to you.

Sometimes I sit in silence,

and I wait for you to come,

but you never do.

I can't breathe without you - you know

immobilized creature that I am

without you.

And when you don't come

thoughts fall out of my head

and pitter-patter across the page 

like the running around of children's feet.

All confusion and gibberish.

I give up!

I throw them all away.

And so, I must wait

for I know that you will descend

like a rushing, mighty wind,

and then

I'll write.