Wednesday, July 6, 2011

All Day Dreaming

When I think of him
I get excited all over again
and to think he's just
a succession of images,
random thoughts,
a figment of my imagination
designed by my emotions
passing through my mind
in the middle of the day
deep in the night
in the midstream of my dreams
while I sleep
while I gaze out the window
my face in my hands
my eyes following clouds
him and I floating to a
distant land
when I read that book of
secret thoughts
my diary and some
amazing words are only
found written on my heart
When I think of him
he's so far out of reach
but I keep practicing
my lover's speech
because one day he's
gonna show up
and I want to be
ready to be just who
he's been thinking of.

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