Dawn of the dark,
Your spots in a void.
There to mark your absence, your essence that I reach, fragile and so fleeting but the surge I need to keep it beating.
The ceiling I gaze, its white, a blank canvas that opens to my dreaming, you and I, I’m entranced as we boldly danced gliding freely against the floor of stars.
Feeling for your heart, there’s a vast distance to make, your beat an affirmation, to hold my impatient heart, and it’s violent tide, that toss me, restless.
Can’t quiet my head, even while I lay in bed, as I face the morning alone, my memories to hold your place, till the day I meet your face.