In great comfort, untroubled,
I recline on airliners; onward,
to California or,
to Mexico, or New Zealand.

No, its when
I see you happy under evening
shade in the arms
of the ones that you love, that I'm struck.

Or, when
you laugh, carefree,
like the wind
or a sheet on a line on the beach.

It's when
you meet me,
anticipation as
a glint in your eye in the sun,
a sparkle
from the star that shimmers
down to you
that I could be love.

With interest;
when you hold out hope for me,
rely on me,
yes, when you
want to
be with me I fear.