Tall, jewelled trees,
Swim by like clouds,
Flashing as they catch the sun.
My skin warm and my head boardered in fuzz,
Blurring out the mechanical thoughts and leaving soft and tender memories of you,
To wash me clean of anguish,
But the distance,
Space and time,
Sometimes fills my vision,
And leaves my mouth dry.
Watching the moon wax and wane,
Signals the passing of time,
Though I'd never urge the clock,
I do watch shadows move,
And bend,
And inevitably,
The glow of you intensifies in my mind.