III

I wonder if you know.
Do you know that my mind wanders to you
After a hundred leashes?

Dry, my eyes live.
Clear, they face mountains and valleys.
Yet the thought of you blurs my vision.

I don't want to touch you.
Not the way I want to touch my Savior.
All I want
is to reach the other side by your side.

I don't want to spend a moment outside your jetstream.