midnight thoughts
shifting with the clock
closer & closer to the rays of sun
but mostly clouds stay in my mind
somehow strangely keen clouds
with your name written in delicate raindrops all over them
I see your greenish eyes flashing in the shadows of my mind like lightning bolts breaking through these clouds
and I hear your somewhat deep voice rattling my brain which, you should know by now, I'm going to compare to the thunder in my head
And this clashing, triumphant storm slowly subsides as I drift off to visions of you and my crooked blinds