Apr 16, 2006 01:09
The familiar smell of the distant space around me. Gentle touch of the soft fabric. I can hear your sweet voice; sense your powerful smile; feel your loving touch; gaze into your genuine eyes All these thoughts haunt the mind as time seems to inch forward in the lagg What night brings this day? What daybreak brings this night? I am here
My fingers brush across the keys knowing nothing but memories which seem to bulk the mind Unknowing anxiety Unwilling to let up lost am I to the dreams of your scent the dreams of your being Not knowing where to turn when the speed of time drops to a stand still in insomnia Twinkle lights overhead show needle point v's as eyes blur I am here I will be here Arms out stretched lips moistened thoughts gone tainted here.