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Jul 2015
The moment the conscious mind wakes
but the haze is still thick
clouding your morning thoughts
where all the tumbling feelings tremble and shake

just before reality takes its hold
and the whole body rises
right before all your fiber realizes
fibs are what youve been told

That is the moment
That is the blissful second
Where I can see your face
adnd hear your voice

And feel your skin under my fingers
and faintly taste you on my lips
that is the second where your smell still exists
That is the time where together we are alive

And then it slips through my fingers
like loose sand
like running water
like old memories

and away you fade
back into my head
back into my soul
back into a place where

you exist

and though I go on about the day
although i still eat and work and play
and talk and laugh and smile
You are still there

Under my searching fingers
on the horizon of my sight
oh so faintly in the air
oh so subtly on my tongue

You are everywhere
Ive always had this dream, this continuing dream
where i live a different life.
and i cant remember what the dreams are about
but i wake up with the same feeling of emptiness
and nostalgia
I wake up after every one of those dreams
missing her
whoever she is
because although i don't know her
i know that in my dreams
i love her
Iris Nyx
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Iris Nyx  El Paso, Texas
(El Paso, Texas)   
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