To see your voice

To hear your lips

To feel your eyes

These are the things that I do when I fall asleep,

Walking to the dawn

Drawing sea shell pictures

On paper walls

Sketched on a blue violet,

When pictures brighten

Cast down paultry shadow

And from off to the side

Comes the centerpiece,

Carved of diamonds

Drawn in gold

The gallery is filled with cheer

And when I look up, you are there.