The nakedness of dark,
                  an indecent exposure,
               peaks the curisosity of moon,
          that peeks through the window,
                       opening my poet's mind,
                        curving thoughts of you
                           into an iridescent light
                         that embraces the soul,
                            kisses slow the mind,
                    fills me with desire
             to be something more
     than the mumbling ghost;
forgotten dreams.

After sunset
did you miss me,
as lush pink skies hardened
to indigo and grey,
as rose colored eyes
drifted into white ocean,
the weariness of sleep?
Did you dream
the same dream as I,
to be held once more
in the arms of love?

I don't know if you do
but I want you to know
that I don't mind if you mind me.
I often do think of you too;
my mind still clings to what was,
my heart knee deep in mourning
                           wavers             between                                   moments
                    we use to share
       and the ones that will never be.

I guess love never fades completely
but is reborn after the sun dies;
in quiet reflection,
       the changing winds
                   shifting loneliness
                        into a spine of light,
                              where lovers lost
                  find each other in the dark.
                     The comforting cocoon
             of dream.