Of You
Things that we masteringly cover
With layers of free wrinkle sheets
Covers the warmness that was.
A weighted depression left behind
In a never ending circle of hidden desire,
Tightly tucked, pillowed and shamed.
Soft coolness inviting remorse.
Spirit of lighted darkness awaits the unmaking.
From dawn till dusk dreams plunder
Molding obsessions into sleeping reality.
The comforter only slightly moves.
This place made up for now, tonight becomes.
Haloed in darkness, dreaming real.
A breath resounds
Hidden by the softness before twilight.
Listens for a whisper
Calling my name.
Dare not to open my eyes
In fear of loosing all again.
Through closed eyes I gaze
Upon the eyes of crystal hue.
Hair vivid with no color.
Tender features inhale thy very essence.
A dreaming splendor anew.
If reality cannot come but for a dream
Then in dreams shall I reside.
Ever mournful of the morning light
Caressing dreams eye.
Covering the warmness that never was.
Dream weighted depression, awake,
Tightly tucked, pillowed and shamed.
Dreaming in splendor of.
