In the dark of this room,
As time idles by,
Images of your face come unbidden
To the backs of my eyelids.

Restless,
I mentally pace the ceiling,
Counting each little popcorn dot,
There are 22,167 dots, by the way.

And still your face,
The lips I've kissed a thousand times,
The trusting, guileless eyes,
And I'm floored.

You always get me with the eyes.
They reach inside me
And seek out the deepest place
To take hold.

As sleep finally catches up
To the lightning in my mind,
I drift off to peace
Until morning.