Shut my lids, an empty canvas.
Decorated delicately with shades of you.
Depicting precious memories,
Of tangled hands, and bluest eyes.

Music melding slow and soft,
your voice wrapped in every note.
And in spirit your arms embracing me,
Manifesting within this patient soul.

Sleeping sound under a caring moon,
The existence of us in unending dreams,
Pulling kisses from our pockets,
Waiting in our minds, for love's reality.