Impediment

It begins when Fate says blink:
when I felt in one look
the story of my longing for you,
for I have longed for you always,
And longing is deeper than love.

It begins in a tide of silence,
in the swordplay of eyes,
or the memory of pain, lovers who fled,
lying, and weeping for moments
you could not know or calculate,

But love escaped and left
only longing in its place.

Longing is like this:
At the start of things, it finds tragedy
in every happiness and sees death
in the awakening stars
of an eastern night in winter.
It does not die like a weakening star
or lessen with years of sorrow.

I long for you as I long for day
never to break, for the sun
never to wake you.
Because in waking you will
leave me and forget that
I longed for you always.