toodrunktosee

As my eyelids close, my eyes become these open windows where sunlight bursts in.
Your image in front of me with a haunting tease.
Your scent is overwhelming.
Your hair flows over shoulders of images.
Stars shoot down and the full moon blasts us in a shower of truths.
Planets align in silence creating bliss.
Your voice wraps my attention, it triggers all of those things forgotten.
And I sit and drool my soul into this yellow paper, thinking of you only.
Remembering your voice heals dry thoughts, remnants of your absence....