RESURGENCE

Forbidden to reach for your hand,
never to touch your face,
I hold you in my thoughts,
selfishly, privately from sight.

A moment's peace I seek to gain
with dreams of your embrace;
my resurgence is wrought
as your image dispels my night.

I sweep over deserts, pierce through mountains
in spite of time and space;
my beginning is sought
as a swift current draws to light.

I kneel shamelessly before a fountain
I can but only trace;
the difference is naught
from what is real or yours by right.