blue velvet dreams...

i wonder of you
when you are not here
with me near me

when you are
not to be found
to be seen

i wonder of you
on those nights
in the darkness
of my own devices

 

when there is no
light seeping through
the blue black velvet
of my thoughts of you

no beacon of life
to show me the way
to help me till the light of day

no gentle caress upon my breast
no sheltering from the storm
of sleepless nights without your cradling softness

i wonder of you
of where you are
with whom you share yourself
those nights
when you are not here
with me near me

when the blackness round
rushes into my dreams
like melted licorice sticks
smoldering there till
light of morn

i wonder of you
of where you are
if the other misses you
when you are here
as much as i miss you
when you are there

if she thinks of you
when you are here
as i think of you
when you are not

if her thoughts twist
into turmoil in your
absence as mine do

if her heart sings
in exaltation of your
presence as mine does

if her dreams
drift in waves
of blue velvet
when you are near

as mine do

i wonder of you
.
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