I caressed your face in a picture of you with fingertips wanting to know how the light fills your eyes. Immediately my fascination turned into a rushing drive held perfectly in the middle of where your heart touches the warmth of all my memories.
These thoughts alone gather to capture the moon, can you not see me wrapped in continuous seasons when I walk under the same sky above where you sit? My mind wanders and I close my eyes, wishing you were here, my fingertips find your picture, caress your lips.