Senses

Feel, hold your hand to my chest, my heart beats for you, and
if love is like a thorn
let it prick the heart that bleeds,
an honest and sincere love.

Hear the sound of my breath,
breathe the sound of sorrow
carried along the wind
winding the miles.

Taste my tears, cascading like the waters,
breaking thru the mountains,
to get to you.

Smell the shadows of joy,
mingling with the senses,
like sands of time, melts the stone,
mourning the passages patience.

See me
you that fills the color of my eyes,
that reflects my soul.
In that, which is you.
Where are you?