Dreaming

@uootem

thoughts perforate my mind... irresistible images
with conjectured dancing... echoed whispers hearing...
ghostly haunting... my nights and days are filled
with memories of a past we shared.

i protect what i cherish... those sacred moments
soar to visions once seen... beauty is like that
but like the dawn of yesterday... i am already forgotten
but have not truly left... for i still remember

it is the hope of the future... I mould with this pen
for I return to that sunrise... with every word
I wait for you... by counting the stars
that will in some moment fade... in the light of your eyes.

I can not help myself... I must write of you,
You are lodged inside... you shape my mind
I can not help myself... for this I thank you
You are a special kind... a special kind of dreaming.