Would that I could love you    
like I love the swollen moon rising over the lake    
or the giddy cardinal singing in the tree outside my door.    
That I could let the happy burst of synapses wash over me,   
And flow through my body with a whoosh of joy and a chaser of calm.    
To know that everything is going to be alright, because it already is.      
I don't long to hold the moon or, when it sets, despair    
that it might not rise again tomorrow. Nor do I wonder where the cardinal is,    
or whether he thinks of me, when perched some other place.    
So give me just a moment. Let me close my eyes,    
lean back my head, and soak up the warmth of your presence,      
While I try to not forebode the chill of your absence