I Still Adore You

I still adore you
and that I knew;
as I woke into dream
fantastical, rich
and achingly real.

The moment we shared –
when our eyes met
in wondrous recognition;
when our hearts flickered,
burst into passion.

I still see your face,
etched deep in me;
the light of your eyes,
darting and sharp,
the tongues of incandescent flame.

Why do I hear your voice?
That very tone!
That tremulous note!
Your trembling fragility
behind a brittle shell.

And it hurt all over,
as you walked away again,
and I watched again,
the same, the same
from a distance.

As I awoke,
from dream to dream,
in the dark and in the light,
I still adore you
and that you never knew.