How Do I Get to You?

How do I get to you?
You always seem to get to me.

I stare at maps
and daydream of flights.
I stare at stars
and imagine nights

spent alone with you.

You pull me closer,
closer still.
You tend my wounds,
restore my will.

Nurture beauty
with your grace.
Wipe the tears
that streak my face.

You lift my chin
with your easy smile.
Soothe my tremors
for just a while.

We praise the night
and what shadows hide.
The chilly city lights
hurry us back inside.

A life full of words
none of which empathize
until you see them
spoken with my eyes.