I long for the tenderness

I long for the tenderness
Of gossamer wings
For the wondrous touch
Of tenuous things

I long for the tenderness
Of shared dreams
Of fingers touching in the night
Of faces marked by delight
Of eyes that gleam
In silent adoration
For the quiet love
That grows
In silences

I long for the tenderness
Of joy and laughter
Of mirth that sings
Of foolish things

I long for the tenderness
Of April showers
Slow drizzles
Gentle as the mist
When glinting droplets
Left by the breeze
Of heartfelt sighs
Like dewdrops lie
Upon the ground
Without a sign to mark
Their passage down

I long for the tenderness
Of strangers
In the night
For fragile threads
And connections
For moments of light
In the forgiving darkness

I long for the tenderness
Of gossamer wings
For the wondrous touch
Of tenuous things