Dreaming

Floating on the breezes
Of my souls awakened stirring
A scent, soft and alluring
My senses gently teases.

It pulls me from the depths
Of my minds wanderings
Awakens forgotten longings
Straining to hear his steps.

They seem so long ago
My memories of him.
But they have not grown dim
Merely hidden far below.

Has he come for me?
Will he call me his?
Does he know how I miss
His eyes that I would see?

I am content to wait
Forever in this place
While my thoughts give their chase
And seek him for my sake.