Infinite Silence

Lying in silence,
the gentle nothing roaring in my head.
I am tired beyond all else,
and yet sleep is light years away.
Restless and alone,
the mind tends to wander;
drifting off into the void,
farther,
deeper,
disappearing off into the blackness.
A heavy sigh pours from my mouth;
the sound ripping apart an uncomfortable    nothing;
the air looking to freeze before my eyes; 
though I do not see.
My heart beats on,
thud,
thud,
speeding to the point of bursting.
Another breath escapes my lips;
the haziness of fog light rises overhead,
halting,
hovering,
holding as it remains stationary.
The wind rises,
the iciness consumes me;
invades my chest and envelopes my being.
My vision blurs as my eyes flood in    despair.
Streams flow;
the silence is broken again.
In the wavering glow,
the haze coelecses,
twisting,
turning,
molding into an image;
a vision of you.
Floating above my face is yours;
shifting from side to side,
the smile never fading from pale lips.
A gentleness in your sight pierces mine;
gripping my heart like a vice.
A few golden strands of hair fall,
brushing across my face.
My eyes close,
my mouth opens,
and your name pours out,
echoing into the night.
Opening my sight once more,
your visage is gone;
and again,
I am left alone,
abandoned,
silence . . .