This is a mobile proxy. It is intended to visit the IOMfAtS Story Shelf on devices that would otherwise not correctly display the site. Please direct all your feedback to the friendly guy over at IOMfAtS!

Want

Here I am,
In ethereal arms,
Calling out a name.
Not knowing,

Who will answer?

But hoping
He does.

Here I turn,
In chimerical grip,
Looking for a face.
Not seeing,

Is no one there?

But wishing
He was.

Here I stand,
In the waking hold,

Waiting for the time.
Not feeling,

Why do I hurt?

But wanting
Him here.