To touch
To see you again
To touch
To speak your name to the wind
So it will travel
Through barren towns
And mountains high
And a sea so grand
To the other side

To hear
To speak to you now
Not here
But I'll reach you somehow
My thoughts
Half a world means nothing
When two hearts are so close
Like you were here next to me
And not across a foreign coast

To taste
A scent so well-defined
To taste
Lips that should be touching mine
But all I can do
Right now is dream you
And remember nights past
How many hours long
And it went by so fast

I know you're not gone
There's no reason to cry
But without you here
I feel far too dry
Without you
Something's not quite right
Like a piano out of tune
A hand without another to hold
A clear night without our Moon

To feel
Your emotions reach into me
To feel
Your words soft and so sweet
So far away
So close to me
So short a time
So happily
As two hearts shine.

--Peter Johnson, 1997