Think of me

 

Do you think of me,

by candlelight

in the flickering

embers of the heart?

Do I cross your mind?

Could you open up and speak?

Even in a whisper, a please,

sighed in silence

to the moon that

you see. Whispers seeking

me somewhere

in your midnight sky.

 

Do you dream of me?

When those blinds drop

and the curtains billow

over the mental stage show.

Am I pacing stage right, or am I

standing under a spotlight

holding the audience enthralled?

Do you dream at all?

And do I wander those hallowed halls?

Teasing my fingers

lovingly across the walls.

 

Do you listen for me?

In the aching

of the wind

sailing

through your

seascape mind,

and do I seem to be sinking or soaring?

Are the thoughts hopeful, warming?

Do you hear my voice

in the way the heavens

speak mystically?

And do songs paint a picture

in your mind

that you can’t unsee?

Do you see the swirling skies

unveiling a heart that can never die?

 

For when I sit in silence,

when I listen to the duality

of day and night, I hear

your song singing to me.

It makes me see

the future I want for me.

 

And when I think,

I see ships afloat

like dancers on an ice rink,

swivelling and swirling,

in hopeful chorus flows.

 

And when I dream,

I see your smile

and the way you look my way,

the way your hair strokes your face

as gently as I desire

to trace my fingers

to the sweeping waves

that flow in hopeful

choral echoes.

 

And when I dream

I see your eyes,

and I never want to

open mine again,

whilst I see the beauty

I so wish to embrace,

So I dream of a wish,

a kiss whispered into space.