You are the dream of my mind,
An image, a feeling so divine
You are the rays coming from the sun,
The one which sparkle my eyes
You are the wind in that hot summer's night,
Twisting & turning down my neck & spine
Tickling through my blood and bones,
Leaving without no marks and moans
I can hear you from some distance apart,
The sound is reaching but its been an hour
You are the eager wait before the rains,
Words in my mouth but stuck in my brain
You are the soul of my lonely heart,
Raving & glazing like a wild wood fire
You are the senses in my skin
My pen, paper and my Ink
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 11:05 PM UTC
You are the dream of my mind,
An image, a feeling so divine
You are the rays coming from the sun,
The one which sparkle my eyes
You are the wind in that hot summer's night,
Twisting & turning down my neck & spine
Tickling through my blood and bones,
Leaving without no marks and moans
I can hear you from some distance apart,
The sound is reaching but its been an hour
You are the eager wait before the rains,
Words in my mouth but stuck in my brain
You are the soul of my lonely heart,
Raving & glazing like a wild wood fire
You are the senses in my skin
My pen, paper and my Ink
