Here we lie in an unconscious state

ignoring the world as it passes by.

There lying, I want so much to speak

but every word that cross my view

meager for what your smile says of you.

 

No action could make their impossible meaning read

No frame could hold view to what my arms see

I do not care what the sun thinks

moving her way across the sky searching for a hole to peak

every call to my name I put on hold

and to hers I grasp. Keep from cold.

She dares not move for this moment shall never end

not by the lips on my face.

 

What more could be said

than the way we have made this bed?

As well as your eyes with glimmering care

this could be cotton, but most likely air

we both know this moment must come to truth,

not with my words, nor yours.

 

In solitude who am I to talk to?

My thoughts speak to the hope of my dreams.