Perspective ephemera

Rushing water
Do you hear it?
I am sure that I do,
Though the spillway is dry.

Warm golden fingers
Do you feel them?
I am sure that I do,
Though the sun has sunk away.

Distant voices
Do you hear them?
I am sure that I do,
Though I am alone with the moon.

A blank page
Do you see it?
I know that I do,
How it taunts my will.

The words of others
Do they move you?
I too am moved,
See my silent scream.

Endless longing
Does it haunt you?
I am my own fetch,
Embodied want; full as shadow.

I am here,
Do you know me?
I am knowable,
You need only believe, and so 'tis.