tossing and turning as peter in a storm
dreaming of you as i lay awake
shades of zaffre and mist overcoming in the toll its taken
to drive my psyche to levels of strange
i go to seek a great thereafter
never before known to this realm of possibility
you attend my every dream
haunt my everwaking present
you are the reason i long for more
*******
she only holds so many attainable reasons
only so many dreams to be crushed and you have let her down
lover boy
he has bore too many names to ever play your games.