Days Are Growing Shorter

Days are growing shorter; not only Earth's, but ours Because of meeting you, I'm now hearth to lovely fires I glow with fertile blooms not because my season's long But because your single touch my roots answered with a song. I find your presence dear, be it farther than the stars More difficult to access than the deepest seas there are But the distance to your soul is but a whisper in the wood That travels thrush to thrush, as only bird call could. My inner ear hears every breathing word to me you've said The secrets that we've shared; that on which my heart has fed I can never live without you, it's become to me quite clear And all else seems a trifle since my soul felt you draw near.