What is life
without if,,,
To passion unseen,
I know it is insane
at least you feel so,
a thought of wanting,
though,
and things undone
also;
a sleepless dream
as the long tomorrow
craves the early morn.
The night desires,
a sun
As I,
like some
magic fingers
that warm
and run
through my hair;
And your imagination
talks with your friend
and you wonder,,,
what if?
That fearful night
Alone forever
brought you closer
and we breathe, together,
out of sight,
but not
out of thought...
I can find you
wandering in and out,
in,
my eyes of blue
and green and gold.
I feel your soul
coming in,,, and out
of my heart
tip toeing light,
like a supernal Spirit.
