I WANT NOTHING MORE

I want nothing more than 

To know of your closeness,

Passionate at times and at times kind.

Like a summer thunderstorm maybe,

And at times like a faint pink tinge to the sky

The sun leaves behind before  it says goodnight.

A loud bang within the leeway of a church bell at times,

And at times a quiet whisper of the wind 

That travels lightly through my fingers spread wide

Outside the window,

As to feel what can't be seen.

Sweet melody of the early morning birds,

Or at times a symphony of crickets.

I want nothing more than 

To know of your closeness,

Elegant and appeasing.

Like a silk scarf slipping away

And wrapping around my soul at times,

And at times like the calm ocean waves

Gently embracing the rocks at dusk.

I want nothing more than

To know of your closeness,

At times.