Dickinson Sigh

where are the winds when i wish
they'd wisp me away,
where are the days,
without missing your face?

where are the minutes
where they are mere
'til I meet your heart?
where are the days
where we are not apart?

where are the cities,
I miss in between?
I have never seen you
when, you're not a man.

where is the day
we kneel and pray?
to love with truth
more than faith.