( A little thought…. )
I don’t know why
sometimes its just confusion,
Has me wondering
if its an illusion,
I could lay for hours
and watch you sleep,
I wonder at the secrets
your dreaming mind does keep,
Your eyelids flutter
as you dream,
And I get to wondering
what’s it mean,
Your dreamstine
dreamtime,
Only time
your never mine,
The time
your vulnerable,
Untouchable
even more lovable,
A slight frown
and I wonder what your thinking,
When I’m around you
sometimes I feel I’m sinking,
That around you I’m out of my depth
like your on a plateau above,
And I’m lowly insignificant
a lonely foxglove,
You move just a fraction
and slowly open your eyes,
Greeny-brown looks at me
like I’ve been wearing the ring of gyes*,
You smile and it disarms me
and my thoughts they disappear,
A warmness envelopes me
one I only get when you are near….
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( * Gyes. – noun – Greek Mythology .
An empty space.... 